“Pa, it looks like this is about all we can carry.” Her father had been trying to force a small package full of needles into a crevice. He turned and shrugged his shoulders, and a smile was on his thin lips. “I guess you’re right, Leah. Don’t even have room left for this last package.” He shoved it into his pocket instead. “Well, let’s go say good-bye to the folks. We need to be on our way.” They climbed out of the wagon and returned to the house where the family was gathered around the breakfast table. Leah’s mother shook her head and put her hands on her hips. “I hope you two don’t think you’re going to get away without eating breakfast! Sit down now. You’ll get at least one good meal. No telling when you’ll get another one.” “Now, Ma, that’s real fine,” her husband said. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug. “I know Leah and I will miss your good cooking. There’s not another cook like you.” Then the family enjoyed a breakfast of battered eggs, pork sausage, large biscuits, grits, and plenty of fresh milk and coffee to wash it all down.
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