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Ann Mary -- Her Two Thanksgivings
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"Ann Mary — Her Two Thanksgivings
Mary E. Wilkins (Freeman)
From St. Nicholas Magazine Vol. XVI. No. 1. (November 1888)
“Grandma.”
“What is it, child?”
“You goin' to put that cup-cake into the pan to bake it now, grandma?”
“Yes; I guess so. It 's beat 'bout enough.”
“You ain't put in a mite of nutmeg, Grandma.”
The grandmother turned around to Ann Mary. “Don't you be quite so anxious,” said she with sarcastic emphasis. “I allers put the nutmeg in cup-cake the very last thing. I ruther guess I should n't have put this cake into the oven without nutmeg!”
The old woman beat fiercely on the cake. She used her hand instead of a spoon, and she held the yellow mixing-bowl poised on her hip under her arm. She was stout and rosy-faced. She had crinkly white hair, and she always wore a string of gold beads around her creasy neck. She never took off the gold beads except to put them under her pillow at night, she was so afraid of their being stolen. Old Mrs. Little had always been nervous about thieves, although none had ever troubled her.
“You may go into the pantry, an' bring out the nutmeg now, Ann Mary,” said she presently, with dignity.
Ann Mary soberly slipped down from her chair and went. She realized that she had made a mistake. It was quite an understood thing for Ann Mary to have an eye upon her grandmother while she was cooking, to be sure that she put in everything that she should, and nothing that she should not, for the old woman was absent-minded. But it had to be managed with great delicacy, and the corrections had to be quite irrefutable, or Ann Mary was reprimanded for her pains.
When Ann Mary had deposited the nutmeg-box and the grater at her grandmother's elbow, she took up her station again. She sat at a corner of the table in one of the high kitchen-chairs. Her feet could not touch the floor, and they dan"
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