preferred to use a glass bottle which held three cents' worth, and I was quite a nabob (in my own estimation at least) because I bought in such wholesale quantities.
How good that bakehouse smelt, especially on Sunday mornings!
Many carried their pots of beans there to be baked and had big gingham squares to tie up their smoking and savory burdens to carry them home.
The brownbread was nice and warm on winter mornings as we hugged it in our little arms and hurried home to breakfast.
John Burnett, Russell Symmes and Mr. Howe were our good friends, and we often indulged in a fresh doughnut or warm cracker at their invitation.
Those freshly baked crackers tasted good, all delicately brown on the outside and soft and flaky inside.
No wonder people came from miles around to buy them.
The Withington house and the Lawrence house opposite are connected with many a good time in the memories of my childhood.
In this house
[Medford Historical Rooms.] lived Mr. Charles P. Lauriat.