I had some breakfast in my night dress, and then I was all fixed up in my new clothes, and made to sit on a chair, and never move for fear I would soil my dress, for no one had time to do me over, and there was only one dress anyway.

There was so much to see you could keep interested just watching, and I was as anxious to look nice before the boys and girls, and the big people, as any one.
Every mantel and table and bureau was covered with flowers, and you could have smelled the kitchen a mile away, I know.

The dining table was set for the wedding party, our father and mother, and Peter's, and the others had to wait.

You couldn't have laid the flat of your hand on that table anywhere, it was so covered with things to eat.

Miss Amelia, in a dress none of us ever had seen before, a real nice white dress, pranced around it and smirked at every one, and waved the peacock feather brush to keep the flies from the jelly, preserves, jam, butter, and things that were not cooked.
For hours Mrs.Freshett had stood in the kitchen on one side of the stove frying chicken and heaping it in baking pans in the oven, and Amanda Deam on the other, frying ham, while Sarah Hood cooked other things, and made a wash boiler of coffee.