Papa (as I call him) went in to Millbrook and got some hamburgers for supper. Well, one of the two older girls (neither one of the two were happy with the idea of moving to the country) spoke of with we don't have a table to eat off of. I spoke up, and told my son to help me bring the picnic table into the kitchen.
Would you believe those girls started crying because we were eating on a picnic table in our kitchen. The rest of us liked it, which didn't help their feelings. They laugh about it today.
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