Things went on in their usual roteen in our home in Jonesville, Josiah good, over-good at times, anon puggicky and hard to git along with, softened into amiability agin by his own good principles and his pardner's oncommon tact and cookin'. Meetin's, socials, visitors, agents, and colporters varied the calm roteen as of yore; the children had been home frequent, and Hamenses folks had been down on a visit and stayed several days.
One day Aunt Polly Worden come to spend the day with me. She lives with her brother and his wife, and is pretty well off if she only knew it, but she don't know it, and probable never will. She will go on and complain of her sister-in-law by the hour if folks will listen to her. But I always git her attention off as soon as I can onto other subjects, knittin' or piecin' up, or the minister's wife, or sunthin' or ruther. Well, little Delight wuz stayin' with us for a few days, and Aunt Polly seemed to forget her grievances lookin' at the dear little creeter and hearin' her pretty talk as she played with her dollys and books and toys.
I got a oncommon good dinner—Aunt Polly loves her vittles—and she brightened up considerable and wuz talkin' real agreeable for her, and that afternoon Thomas J. and Maggie stopped in for a few minutes with their baby. They wuz out ridin' and come in for a few min-
