The onions being peeled and chopped, and the skins simmering in a jam-pan on the back of the stove, Harriet asked Florence if she would mind stepping out into the yard to gather some herbs for the chutney “Go wild on the sage,” she said; “I need plenty!”
“Thank you, Flo my honey, you’re a treasure to me! I ‘ll be chopping the apples and grinding the spices while you’re gone. Oh! If while you’re out there Eb Stilleschuyler should come by with the kindling wood he promised me from the pruning, would you thank him kindly for me and ask him in for a cup of Russian tea?”
“Thank you, Flo my honey, you’re a treasure to me! I ‘ll be chopping the apples and grinding the spices while you’re gone. Oh! If while you’re out there Eb Stilleschuyler should come by with the kindling wood he promised me from the pruning, would you thank him kindly for me and ask him in for a cup of Russian tea?”
Promising to deliver this message, Florence set out with her basket to gather the herbs.
