Don't they don't they do don't they do they my love

My mother had a fit of feminism in church this morning and changed all the pronouns in one of the hymns. It was extremely . . . audible. I could hardly play for laughing.

Off to South Carolina on Thursday. My cousin's getting married, which means I have to make nice with all the people who don't know who I am and don't care, either. Better prepare to start introducing myself as "Harriet's daughter" again.

What is a "wain"? Presumbably one wrights them.