Re: Apology to Miss Marcia

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: SheWho writes:
: : That was a real fine cup o' tea, Miss Marcia, and there's no better fuuuu-uuuuuudge in the whole Colony, than you make - mebbe not in the whole of the country, for that matter, though the most of the country toward the settin' sun is peopled still by the Indian tribes, and I don't believe makin'  fuuuu-uuuuudge is one o' their gifts; no I don't.

: : Howsever, I'm real glad ye don't hold Hector's rampagin' agin me and that we're still fri'nds.  Now, afore I head back to the cabin, since there was only a spare half-dozen o' them turkey eggs to last ye, why don't I go out to the corncrib and get some corn and toss it around for your hens to feast on?.  Mebbe it'll hurry em up a little in the egg-layin' business.

: : She  
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: Well, She, I declare!  Y'all been extra special nice to me today, and I'm feelin' ever so much better about that little episode with Hector.  I believe in a day or two, I'll actually come to see the humor of it all.  Of course, if you was to run on out to the corncrib & get some nice grain for my hens, I'd be likely to be feelin' better even sooner, doncha know!

: Mighty nice of you to offer, and I do thankee, She!  You're an okay kinda gal, even if ya do dress a mite peculiar...high fashion not bein' one of your gifts, an' all!

: I'll just wait here on the porch for you...I could use a bit of a rest.  I'll prop my feet up on this hassock in front of my rocker & just close my eyes for a bit whilst you run on back to that corncrib.

: Miss Marcia....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...


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