He assumed that the dealer would leave the machine with him on a trial basis, and he would have fun riding it around the yard for a few days, and then return it. However, Blair’s plan did not work out, and after some discussion, and apologies from Joe, the dealer left with the lawn mower still on the float. He had made the trip all the way from Bedeque for nothing. Blair had to be accountable for his misdemeanour.

Something of a different nature happened to Joe last fall. It was October, and Joe and l were presented with two tickets to attend a high class dinner at the Dutch Inn in Charlottetown.

It was during the harvest season, so we stopped in at the potato field to deliver supper to the hired help. We had to cross the field to deposit the meal, so Joe rolled up the legs of his new trousers to avoid the clay reaching them. He left the meal for the men, and we continued on to Charlottetown.

When we arrived at our destination, there was a large crowd of people in line waiting to be seated. As a result we were escorted to the front of the dining room. '

We enjoyed our meal, and then the guest speaker arose to speak. It was then that Joe looked down at his pants legs. Lo and behold, they were still rolled up! He had neglected to turn them down before we left the potato field. We both started to giggle, and had to restrain ourselves with the laughter. We did not hear much of the guest speakers remarks after that. We have laughed about it many times since that occasion.

On another evening, it was supper time, and everyone had a good appetite after a day at school. Now Gram was a good cook and had made a blueberry pie for dessert that particular evening. Everyone ate their dinner quickly, so that they could have the pie.

When the pie was cut into pieces, something did not look right. The filling appeared to be a different color. It was then that I asked Gram what kind of pie it was. When she said “Blueberry”. I knew that something was wrong, for I had used all the blueberries the previous week. In error she had used a bag of frozen peas, which she thought was blueberries. Because she had gone to so much work, she tried to persuade the children to eat it, but to no avail. Suddenly no one wanted dessert and left the table without any. Later that evening the children teased Gram about her “pea pie”. She joined in the fun and they made a great joke about it. On other occasions, when we

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