There were many things which Mrs. Caleb Price believed; also many things she did not mention.
She said nothing, for she knew nothing, of a little scene between these two as they sat on their little sawn-board porch before their door one evening, looking out over the beautiful and varied landscape that lay spread before them. Their wheat was in the green now. Their hogs reveled in their little clover field.
"We've done well, Jesse," at length said portly Molly Wingate. "Look at our place! A mile square, for nothing! We've done well, Jesse, I'll admit it."
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"For what?" answered Jesse Wingate. "What's it for? What has it come to? What's it all about?"
He did not have any reply. When he turned he saw his wife wiping tears from her hard, lined face.
"It's Molly," said she.