"I can't ask you to stay on now; I guess you'll have to take that job in England, for a while, anyway."
"Why?"
"The inspector's condemned my whole crop; I'm busted."
"Oh, why didn't you tell me!"
"I just guess I couldn't. I made up my mind when I married you that I'd make good. I couldn't expect you to see that it was just bad luck. Anyone may get the weed in his crop. But, I guess a man oughtn't to have bad luck. The odds are that it's his own fault if he has."
"Ah, now I understand about your sending for Eddie."
"I wrote to him when I knew I'd been reported."
"But what are you going to do?"
"It's all right about me; I can hire out again. It's you I'm thinking of. I felt pretty sure you wouldn't go back to Ed's. I don't fancy you taking a position as lady help. I didn't know what was going to become of you, my girl. And when you told me of the job you'd been offered in England, I thought I'd have to let you go."
"Without letting me know you were in trouble!"