Name: Christmas at Punkin Holler
Author: Elizabeth F. Guptill
ISBN: 9781360924069

Christmas at Punkin Holler

By Elizabeth F. Guptill 16 May, 2019

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Excerpt........ Aunt Hepsey—Land, yes, child. His pa’s jest like him. Him ’n me was promised, once, ’n he wouldn’t git spliced less’n I’d wear a blue delaine he’d bought fer me. Course, I warnt so mulish az he war, but I’d sot my heart on a white dimity, ’n bein’s I war the one to wear it, twar his place to give in. But he wouldn’t—no siree! ’N we bickered ’n bickered bout it, ’n I went right on a makin’ up the white dimity ’n finally he says, says he, “Hepsey, it’s me an’ the blue delaine, or the white dimity for an ole maid.” “Land sakes!” says I, “You don’t say so? Wal, you kin jes’ take yer old blue delaine, ’n hunt ye up a gal meek enough ter be married—’n buried, in it,” says I, ’n off he went, mad as a hatter. Much ’s ever he speaks to me yit, but I was married—in the white dimity—two year afore he found a gal that ’d have him, ’n could wear that blue delaine. You see, I’d cut ’n made it, ’n I was slender in those days—the slenderest gal in town. Yes, Ezry Toothaker’s some sot, ’n Jake comes nat’rally by it. Sing it to suit him, Rhody, do! ’Tain’t ’s ef ’twas fer allers. It’s jest ternight. Less

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