"Why, Sammy," I here ejaculated, with real horror, "that's dreadful!"
Sammy shifted to his other foot for a change.
"Yes'm," he remarked. "Paw found him. That's the third man," he continued with satisfaction, "that Paw's cut down. He never did have much luck."
Sarah looked triumphant. I, making a miraculous recovery, inquired,
"I wonder why he did such a thing—Mr. Thomas, I mean?"
"Wife druv him," volunteered Sammy cheerfully.
I tried to appear shocked, but Sarah answered with bitterness,
"Couldn't stand living with himself any longer, like as not."
But Sammy, ignoring her, turned to me and said with conviction,
"Wimmen, Miss Mavis, is the dickens!"