Aunt Debby's got what the piece in the Reader used to call a 'frugal mind.' She don't intend to waste anything.

Last Thursday I spunked up courage enough to yell for salt fish and potatoes--fixed up with pork scraps, you know, same's we used to have when I was a boy.

We had 'em all right, and if beans of a Saturday hadn't been part of her religion we'd be warmin' 'em up yet.

I took in a cat for company 'tother day, but the critter's run away.

To see it look at the beans in its saucer and then at me was pitiful; I felt like handin' myself over to the Cruelty to Animals' folks." "Is she neat ?" inquired Mr.Tidditt.
"I don't know.