ded Mildred, "couldn't we put old Cousin Ann Peyton in the little hall room? I can't see why she always has to have the guest chamber. She's no better than anybody else."
"But your father--"
"What difference will it make to Father? He needn't even know where we put Cousin Ann."
"What do you think about it, Aunt Em'ly?" Mrs. Bucknor asked the lean old colored woman who appeared in the doorway. "Here comes Miss Ann Peyton, and the young ladies want to put her in the little hall bedroom because they have planned to put their company in the guest chamber?"
"Think! I think I'm a plum fool not ter have wrang the neck er that ol' dominick rooster yestiddy when he spent the whole day a crowin' fer comp'ny. I pretty nigh knowed we were in fer some kind er visitation."
"Maybe he was crowing for our house party," suggested Nan.
"No, honey, that there rooster don't never crow for 'vited comp'ny. Now if I had er wrang his neck he'd 'a' been in the pot, comp'ny or no, an' it 'ud cu