HOW FIDELIA WENT TO THE STORE
"I don't know what we're goin' to do," said Aunt Maria Crooker. She sat
in a large arm-chair, and held in her lap a bowl of sugar and butter
that she was creaming. Aunt Maria filled up the chair from arm to arm,
for she was very portly; she had a large, rosy, handsome face, and she
creamed with such energy that she panted for breath.
"Well, I don't know, either," rejoined her sister, Mrs. Lennox. "I can't
go to the store with my lame foot, that's certain."
"Well, I know _I_ can't," said Aunt Maria, with additional emphasis. "I
haven't walked two mile for ten year, an' I don't believe I could get to
that store and back to save my life."
"I don't believe you could, either. I don't know what is goin' to be
done. We can't make the cake without raisins, anyhow. It's the queerest
thing how father happened to forget them. Now here he is gone over to
East Dighton after the new cow, and Cynthy gone to Keene to buy her
bonnet, an' me with a scalt foot, an' you not able to walk, an' not one
raisin in the house to put into that weddin'-cake."
Mrs. Lennox stated the case in full, with a despairing eloquence, and
Aunt Maria sighed and wrinkled her forehead.
"If there were only any neighbors you could borrow from," she observed.
"Well, there ain't any neighbors 'twixt here and the store except the
Allens and the Simmonses, and the Allens are so tight they never put
raisins into their Thanksgivin' pies.
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