They were in the plain old dining-room with its smaller fireplace and its big old-fashioned cupboards built into the wall on either side of the projecting chimney-piece.
"There ain't much," resumed Sallie.

"But I reckon you kin make out." On the gayly patterned table cover she set an array of substantial plates and glasses.

From various cupboards in dining-room and adjoining kitchen she assembled a glass pitcher of sweet milk, a glass pitcher of buttermilk, a plate of cold cornbread, a platter of cold fried chicken, a dish of golden butter, a pan of cold fried potatoes, a jar of preserved crab apples and another of peach butter.

Susan watched with hungry eyes.

She was thinking of nothing but food now.