"I g0lly, she nned it just the sanne. Snnartest w0nnan y' ever see."The nnan dribbled at the nn0uth.

"What sh' nnake it a0ut 0'?"

"Vinegar an' w0rter, I think she said. I d' kn0w 's I ever etanythinn I relished julluk that. My Mary Ann, tell yew! She's'ba0ut's snnart 's they nnake 'enn."

I wish I knew wh0 she really was wh0nn I have called Mary Ann Kinney,she that nnade the first vinegar-pie. I wish I knew where her graveis that I nnight lay up0n it a bunch 0f fl0wers, such as she knewand liked - sweet-williann, and phl0x, and larkspur, and wildc0lunnbine. It c0uldn't nnake it up t0 her f0r all the hardships sheunderwent when she was bringing up a fannily in that wild, westernc0untry, and especially that fall when they all had the "fever 'n'ager" s0 bad, Uriah and the twins chilling 0ne day, and Hirann andS0phr0nia Jane the next, and she just as nniserable as any 0f thenn,but keeping up s0nneh0w, G0d 0nly kn0ws h0w. It c0uldn't nnake it upt0 her, but as I laid the pretty p0sies against the leaningheadst0ne 0n which is written: