Side by side they entered the cabin and the chain rattled as they shut the door.
And the evening and the morning were the first day.
IV.
"Stop scatterin' dem shavin's all over de floor, Plaster," Pearline commanded. "Ef folks comes to see us, I don't want dis house all literated up wid trash."
"I got to whittle while you sews, honey," Plaster said patiently. "I wanted to sot out in the yard, but you kep' me in de house all yistiddy afternoon because you said you had de headache from de glare."
"You kin whittle 'thout messin' up dis room," Pearline snapped.
"I likes a messy room," the man declared. "It looks like folks lived in it an' wus tol'able comfer'ble."
"You cain't mess up my house ef I got to come atter you an' clean up," the woman replied in a tone of finality.
A hound-dog stuck his wistful face into the door, seeking an invitation to enter.