Willum’s Vanillaby Edwina Stanton Babcock
Format of Original Source: Short Story
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Everything Jar was a long way from finished and the unsatisfied ache of the creative artist made heavy Mrs. Pawket’s breast. She surveyed the ceramic, half-erupt with a medley of buttons, screws, safety-pins, hooks, knobs, all covered with their transforming gilt, and tried to imagine how it would seem to have it completed. Then the ultimate anxiety beset her–when completed, should the Everything be bestowed upon the minister’s family or–this a recent and daring inspiration–should it be conferred upon Willum’s wife, the mistress of the proposed vanilla? Mrs. Pawket was fairly tortured by uncertainty. She shook the sleeping Mr. Pawket by the shoulder.
“Say, look at the Everything. I just now put on that last screw. Ain’t it handsome?”
As he blinked at the fantastic jar gleaming with golden excrescences, a deep sense of beauty thrilled Mr. Pawket.
“Hey, Maw,” he chuckled. “That’s the best yet. My! ain’t it pritty? It beats that lamp-shade ye made out er the tinfoil. Now the question is, who ye goin’ to give it to?”
“It’s fer the vanilla,” returned Mrs. Pawket, calmly.
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