Humorous tales of Bennington-on-the-hill, collected and written for her sons and daughters by one who was born near the site of the old continental store house . n who had a very uglyface. The Colonel looked at him for awhile,then went to him and handed him a two dollarbill with the remark, My friend, accept thisfrom a sympathetic stranger, I feel sorry youare so God-abused. 47 HUMOROUS TALES CHAPTER IV VARIOUS PEOPLE^ (Continued) Granny Marchs Night-cap,(As told by Miss Ellen Scott.). OxNE of the real dignified ladies of the hillwas Mrs. Ray. She was a widow who hadlived in New York and was o
Humorous tales of Bennington-on-the-hill, collected and written for her sons and daughters by one who was born near the site of the old continental store house . n who had a very uglyface. The Colonel looked at him for awhile,then went to him and handed him a two dollarbill with the remark, My friend, accept thisfrom a sympathetic stranger, I feel sorry youare so God-abused. 47 HUMOROUS TALES CHAPTER IV VARIOUS PEOPLE^ (Continued) Granny Marchs Night-cap,(As told by Miss Ellen Scott.). OxNE of the real dignified ladies of the hillwas Mrs. Ray. She was a widow who hadlived in New York and was on good termswith the Four Hundred. Her mother, , lived with her. The old lady wasverging on ninety years and her mind wassomewhat shattered. She insisted on wearinga night-cap day and night. Mrs. Ray kept oneservant, a husky, ruddy Irish girl, Ann Raw-lins by name. She looked after the house-work and kept an eye on Granny March. Onesummer several of the Elite of New Yorkwere stopping at the hotel, and Mrs. Ray in-vited a number of them to tea. She askedAnn, who was a fine cook, to make one of herfamous custard puddings. The toothsome ar-48 PI g;^. 48 HUMOROUS TALES tide was prepared while Granny sat in thekitchen and w^atched the work. Finally allwas in readiness and the pudding was put in-to the oven. Just at this moment some onecalled Ann to the door. No sooner was thecook out of sight, than the old lady opened theoven door, took off her night cap and poked itinto the pudding. Next she threw an oldhandkerchief into the fire and burned it,pushed a few charred pieces aside, and re-turned to her chair. Ann came back and said,Why Granny, what have you done with yournight-cap? Burnt it up, you dratted fool,answered the amiable old lady. Ann lookedinto the stove, saw the burned remnants andbelieved the story to be true. So she put aclean cap on the old sinner saying, Granny,you are a naughty girl. Well, tis sad, butI must tell it. The Four-Hundred arrived,so did the puddin
Size: 1280px × 1952px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookpublisherclevelandocentralp
