. . because, till the sink was done, the pump could
not be put up, and we couldn't have any rain-water. Sometimes my
courage would quite fail me to introduce the subject, and I would talk
of everything else, turn and get out of the shop, and then turn back
as if a thought had just struck my mind, and say:--
"Oh, Mr. Titcomb! about that sink?"
"Yes, ma'am, I was thinking about going down street this afternoon to
look out stuff for it."
"Yes, sir, if you would be good enough to get it done as soon as
possible; we are in great need of it."
"I think there's no hurry. I believe we are going to have a dry time
now, so that you could not catch any water, and you won't need a pump
at present."
These negotiations extended from the first of June to the first of
July, and at last my sink was completed, and so also was a new house
spout, concerning which I had had divers communings with Deacon
Dunning of the Baptist church. Also during this time good Mrs.
Mitchell and myself made two sofas, or lounges, a barrel chair, divers
bedspreads, pillow cases, pillows, bolsters, mattresses; we painted
rooms; we revarnished furniture; we--what _didn't_ we do?
Then came on Mr. Stowe; and then came the eighth of July and my little
Charley. I was really glad for an excuse to lie in bed, for I was full
tired, I can assure you. Well, I was what folks call very comfortable
for two weeks, when my nurse had to leave me.
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