Heney at
Thanksgiving, Christmas and other times of the year, I suppose our
Woman's Aid Society and the King's Daughters would have perished
miserably of undistributed turkeys and tufted comforters. For years Mrs.
Heney filled the place most acceptably. Curbing the natural outpourings
of a rather jovial soul she could upon occasion look as deserving of
charity as any person that ever I met. But I pitied the little Heneys:
it always comes hard on the children. For weeks after every Thanksgiving
and Christmas they always wore a painfully stuffed and suffocated look.
I only came to appreciate fully what a self-sacrificing public servant
Mrs. Heney really was when I learned that she had taken the desperate
alternative of marrying "Penny" Daniels.
"So you think we might possibly aspire to the position?" laughed Mrs.
Starkweather.
Upon this I told them of the trouble in our household and asked them to
come down and help us enjoy Dr. McAlway and the goose.
When I left, after much more pleasant talk, they both came with me to
the door seeming greatly improved in spirits.
"You've given us something to live for, Mr. Grayson," said Mrs.
Starkweather.
So I walked homeward in the highest spirits, and an hour or more later
who should we see in the top of our upper field but Mr.
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