Some of this ham, and horse radish, and maple syrup to begin with, and thin your fried spring chicken and your stewed squirrel is a drame, Mary.

Nobody iver makes turtle soup half so rich as yours, and your green peas in cream, and asparagus on toast is a rivilation--don't you rimimber 'twas Father Michael that said it?
I ought to be able to find mushrooms in a few weeks, and I can taste your rhubarb pie over from last year.

Gee! But I wish he'd come in strawberrying! Berries from the vines, butter in the crust, crame you have to bate to make it smooth--talk about shortcake!" "What's wrong wi' cherry cobbler ?" asked Dannie.
"Or blackberry pie ?" "Or greens cooked wi' bacon ?" "Or chicken pie ?" "Or catfish, rolled in cornmeal and fried in ham fat ?" "Or guineas stewed in cream, with hard-boiled eggs in the gravy ?" "Oh, stop!" cried the delighted Mary.

"It makes me dead tired thinkin' how I'll iver be cookin' all you'll want.

Sure, have him come, and both of you can pick out the things you like the best, and I'll fix thim for him.