I cleared and wiped the table, then swept the plank floor while Aunt Cass did the dishes. Then she picked up a sweater and put it on. “Better wear your jacket,” she said. “Sandra put it in one of the settles last night.”
“The settles—those high-backed benches. The seats open up. That’s where I keep hats and mittens and things.”
I flipped open one of the wooden benches. My jacket was inside. “It looks like my coat is already settled in,” I punned.
“You’re a punster—good,” remarked Aunt Cass without a glimmer of a smile. “Always liked puns; never much good at making ’em up. Come on.” She pushed open the door and we went outside.
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