"May I suggest that you use more soap when washing these glasses?"
"Say, big boy, if you'll just get a move on you and not let those glasses stand
almost five minutes collecting a skum from that hard rinse water, they wont seem so
greasy. I'm using plenty of soap--in fact, I'm afraid I'll get bawled out for using too much."
"Aw, alright; but I'll bet no one ever bawls you out for using too much soap. Say,
you know, I'm going to go nuts if they experiment with many more new recipes for us.
Those Mother tries aren't so bad but those Grandma fixes are atrocious. I never tasted
anything as vile before. 'Sfunny how they always pull some new pudding or salad when
they have been to a luncheon and aren't hungry!"
"There, you lost your bet--grandmother is one person who jumps all over a person
for using even enough soap to make sudsy dish-water!"
"She would have to save on soap so she could give the money to 'dear Uncle
Owen'. Say, I wonder why he left so suddenly Saturday. I sure got a kick out of Saturday
morning. Maybe I shouldn't tell you; but--Grandma came down stairs mad as a hornet and
told Mother she wanted to talk to Owen privately but you were up there puttering around
so you could hear it all and you wouldn't leave."
"I sort of guessed that was about what had happened when your mother called me
down. But honest Bill, has there been any evening when I could go off upstairs and study
in quiet without her managing to find sewing to do or letters to write up there at the same
time? I really haven't had any place to myself since she came up Christmas. She likes you
lots; but I guess my Grandmother doesn't like her Grand-daughter very much."
"Yes, I know. I guess I've just got a knack for getting along with old people. She's
not like any other old person I know, though. Mr. Huff may have been cranky and mean
but there's one thing in his favor--when he was alive, Grandma had a home of her own
way down there in Missouri and someone else to irritate."
"Shake, Bill. We really agree at times!!"
"Yea, sometimes. Say, I was just thinking-suppose Grandma had got a job
teaching school again this winter. Pity the poor kids!"
"Pity you too, if you don't hurry up with those dishes!"
Eng. II 11
February 19, 1934
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