He had a great many
housewifely ways, and his tidiness was a satisfaction to Grandma
Padgett. The breakfast was excellent, but Corinne and Bobaday on one
side of the box, and J. D. Matthews on the other, exchanged glances
of regret at parting. He helped Robert put the horses to the
carriage, making blunders at every stage of the hitching up.
They all came out of the Susan House, and he pushed his cart into
the road.
"I almost hate to leave it," said aunt Corinne, "because we did have
a good time after we were scared so bad."
"Seems as if a body always hates to leave a place," remarked
Bobaday. "The next people that come along will never know we lived
here one night. But _we'll_ always remember it."
Grandma Padgett before entering the carriage, was trying to make the
pedler take pay for the food her family ate. He smiled at her
deferentially, but backed away with his cart.
"What a man this is!" she exclaimed impatiently. "We owe you for two
meals' vittles."
"I have some half a dozen kittles," murmured Mr. Matthews.
"But won't you take the money? The landlord was keen enough for his."
The pedler had got his rhyme about Grandma Padgett completed.
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