Company

We've had company from the Carolinas for the past few days. Aunt Kate and Uncle Frank came to visit bringing five children. Even with our help, Mama was just exhausted from all the cooking and entertaining. Daddy may have hastened their departure when he repeated one of his favorite stories about his Uncle Emery.

"Kinfolks came to stay a spell. The Boy Emery had to sleep on a pallet while visitors took his bed. After a few nights on the floor, one night after supper when the grown folks were sitting on the porch in the cool of the evening, talking, Emery sat in the chimney corner out of sight. During a lull in the conversation, a little voice piped up:

It's raining, but it ain't awetting.
It's night, but it ain't dark.
If I'st at your house like you are at mine,
I'd go home.