Besides, she ginerally bakes Thursdays, an' mos' likely she'll have some hot gingerbread.

I'm partic'larly fond of gingerbread, an' she does know how to make it about the best of anybody I know on.

You needn't wait supper for me, Cynthy Ann, for ef I don't find Mis' Forbes to home I'll go on to Mis' Frost's." Mrs.Payson put on her cloak and hood, and, armed with the work-bag and the invariable blue cotton umbrella, sallied out.

Mrs.Forbes lived at the distance of a mile, but Mrs.Payson was a good walker for a woman of her age, and less than half an hour brought her to the door of the brown farmhouse in which Mrs.Forbes lived.
She knocked on the door with the handle of her umbrella.

The summons was answered by a girl of twelve.
"How dy do, Betsy ?" said Mrs.Payson.