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 "An' tell me, wha' had ye for the supper, lassie? It maun tak' a deal to feed sae mony."

"My goodness! you'd think so. There was every thing: fried bacon and eggs, and cold boiled beef, and baked beans, and minced salt fish, and roasted potatoes, and pickles, and hot Indian bread, and white bread, and cake, and pies, and preserved barberries, and honey, and milk, and cider. Oh! and, by the way, that makes me think—Goody Nurse asked me how your barberries kept this year, and I told her they did not keep well at all, for I eat them all up before New-year; and then she laughed, and told me to tell you she had more on hand than she could use till they come round again, and that she would send you a crock of them the first chance she could find."

"Weel! an', indeed, that's varry good uy her. I'll be beholden to her for that same. She is varry kind."

"Yes, indeed, she is; she is just as kind as she can be. Oh, they live so pleasantly, grandmother; they have every thing on that great farm that heart can desire; and they