“We need at least ten gallons of syrup by Friday, Clara. The strawberries are ripening fast in this heat; we shall have to make them into preserves before this weekend. Oh, and tell Mr. Towne we need at least ten dozen glass jars, a ream of letter paper, a big roll of soft paper, and one large bottle of brandy.”
I looked at her, truly astonished at the last item she had named. “But you know that Father does not drink spirits, ma’am. He promised Mother he would never do so.”
“This is for wetting down the paper to seal the preserves, Clara, not to drink. I suppose someone could suck on the paper, but somehow I doubt Samuel will do that. Ask Mr. Towne to put it all on our account, and tell him we will pay him next week in preserves.
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