Uncle Richard's New Year's Dinner
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Uncle Richard's New Year's dinner. Bye, Lucy Maud Montgomery. Chrissy Baker was in Oscar Miller stall. New Year's morning buying matches for New Year's was not kept as a business holiday in Quincy when her uncle, Richard Baker, came in. He did not look Att. Prissy, nor did she wish him a Happy New Year. She was not dead. Uncle Richard had not been on speaking terms with her or her father, his every brother for eight years. He was a big, druggie, prosperous looking man on uncle to be proud ofthe proceed thought wistfully, if only he were like other people's uncles. Or indeed, like what he used to be himself. He was the only Uncle Percy had on when she had been a little girl. They have been great friends, but that was before the quarrel, in which Prissy had had no share to be sure, although Uncle Richard seemed to include her in his rancour Richard Baker. So he informed Mr Miller was on his way to Navarre with a load of pork. I didn't intend to go over until the afternoon, he said. But Joe Hemming sent word yesterday he wouldn't be buying pork after 12 today, so I have to tow my Hawks over at once. I don't care about doing business. New Year's Morning should think New Year's will be pretty much the same as any other day, too. You said Mr Miller. For Richard Baker was a bachelor with only Mrs Janeway to keep house for him. Well, I always like a good dinner on New Years, said which Baker. It's about the only way I can celebrate. Mrs. Janeway wanted to spend the day with her son's family over it. Oriental. So I was laying out to cook my own dinner. We've got everything ready in the country last night for a good word about the pork. I won't get back from Navarre before one o'clock, so I reckon I'll have to put up with a cold bite. After her uncle Richard had driven away, Perceived walked thoughtfully home, she had planned to spend a nice, lazy holiday with the new book her father had given her at Christmas on a box of candy. She did not even mean to cook a dinner for her father had had to go to town on that morning to meet a friend on would be gone the whole day. There was nobody else to cook dinner for proceeds. Mother had died when Prissy was a baby. She was her father's housekeeper, and they had jolly good times together. But as she walked home, she could not help thinking about Uncle Richard. He would certainly have cold Maria chin enough to chill the whole coming here. She felt sorry for him, picturing him returning from Navarre, cold and hungry to find a fire lis house and an uncooked dinner in the country. Suddenly on idea popped into Percy's head. Dad, she Oh, she never could, but he would never know. There will be plenty of time. She would prissy, hurried home, put her matches away, took a regretful people. Her unopened folk, then locked the door and started up the road to Uncle Rich's house half a mile away. She meant to go and cook Uncle Richard's dinner for him, get it all beautifully ready than sip away. Before he came home. He would never suspect her off it. Proceed would not happen. Suspect for the world. She thought he would be more likely to throw a dinner of her cooking out of doors than to eat it. It is. Before this, when prissy had been nine years old, Richard and Irving Baker had quarrelled over the division of a piece of property. The fault had Bean mainly on Richard's side on that very fact made him all the more unrelenting and stubborn. He had never spoken to his brother since aunt. He declared he never would. Prissy and her father felt very badly over it. But Uncle Richard did not seem to feel badly at all. Draw appearance. He had completely forgotten that there were such people in the world is his brother Irving and his niece, Prissy. Christie had no trouble in breaking into Uncle Richard's house for the wood cheque door was unfastened. She tripped into the hostel kitchen with rosy cheeks and mischief, sparking in her eyes. This was an adventure. This was fun. She would tell her father all about it. When he came home at night on water laugh, they would have. There was still a good fire in the stove and in the pantry. Prissy found the dinner in its rules state. Ah, fine roast of fresh pork, potatoes, cabbage, turnips on the ingredients of a raisin pudding for Richard Baker was fond of raisin puddings. I could make them as well as Mrs Janeway could, if that was anything to both self. In a short time, the kitchen was full of bubbling and kissing and appetising odours. Prissy enjoyed herself, usually on the raisin pudding, which she rather doubtful. Mix up. Behaved itself beautifully. Uncle Richard setting. Behold, my one said, proceed to herself as a clock struck 12. So set the table now dish at the dinner and leave it where it will keep warm until he gets it. Then our slip away home. I'd like to see his face when he steps in. I suppose he'll think one of the Jena girls across the street has cooked his dinner. Proceed soon had the table set, and she was just peppering the turnips when a gruff voice behind her said, Well, well, what does this mean? Precede world around as if she had been shot on DH. There stood Uncle Richard in the wood shed door. Poor prissy, she could not have looked all fentanyl guilty if Uncle Richard had caught her rubbing his desk, she did not drop the turnips for a wonder, but she was too confused to set them down. So she stood there, holding them her face. Crimson heart from P Onda Horrible choking in her throat. I came to cook your dinner for you, Uncle Richard. She stammered. I heard you say in the store that Mrs Janeway had gone home and that you had nobody to cook your New Year's dinner for you. So I thought I'd come and do it. But I meant to slip away before you came home. Poor prissy font that she would never get to the end of her explanation, which I call Richard angry. Would he order her from the house? It was very kind of you, said Uncle Richard dryly. It's a wonder your father let you come. Father was not home, but I'm sure he would not have prevented me if he had Bean. Father has no hard feelings against you, Uncle Richard. Home said Uncle Richard. Well, since you cooked the dinner, you must stop and help meet It Smells good. I must say Mrs Janeway always burns pork when she lose. Sit, Sit down. Proceed. When hungry, they sat down. Prissy felt quite beauty and breathless and could hardly eat for excitement. But Uncle Richard had evidently brought home a good appetite from Navarre on DH, he did full justice to his New Year's dinner. He talked to proceed to quite kindly and politely on when the meal was over. He said slowly, I'm much obliged to you. Proceed on. I don't mind owning to you that I'm sorry for my share in the quarrel and have wanted for a long time to be friends with your father again. But I was too ashamed and proud to meant the first advance. You can tell him so for me, if you like. And if he's willing to let bygones be bygones, tell him I'd like him to come up here with you tonight when he gets home and spend the evening with me. Oh, he will come. I know. Quite prissy joyfully. He had felt so badly about not being friendly with you. Uncle Richard. I must Gladys Khun B Precede Run impulsively around the table and kiss the Uncle Richard. He looked up at his tall girlishness with a smile of pleasure. You're a good girl. Prissy Onda. Kind hearted 12 or you'd never have come up here to cook a dinner for a crabbed old uncle who deserved to recall dinners for his stubbornness. It made me cross today when folks wished me a happy New Year. It seems like mockery when I hadn't a soul belonging to me to make it happy. But it has brought me happiness already on DH. I believe it will be a happy year all the way through. Indeed, it will last. Chrissy, I'm so happy now I could sing. I believe it was an inspiration. My idea of coming up here to cook your dinner for you. You must promise to come and cook my New Year's dinner for me. Every year, year we live near enough together, said Uncle Richard and Proceed promised.