It was unbelievably hot. We three women came out of the store each eating a juicy pear. There was ten cents’ express on every pound of freight that came up the Cariboo road. Fruit weighs heavy. Everything came in by mule-train. The first bite into those Bartletts was intoxicating.
Author: Emily Carr
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Mary came to wash for Mother every Monday. The wash-house was across the yard from the kitchen door–a long narrow room. The south side of it was of open lattice–when the steam poured through it looked as if the wash-house was on fire. There was a stove in the wash-house.