“Them legs ain’t much good,” sighed the cobbler. “They might as well be off; mightn’t they, Peg?”
Peggy wrapped a worn blanket tightly about her husband.
“You oughter be ashamed,” she growled darkly. “Ain’t you every day sayin’ there’s always to-morrow?”
This time her voice was toned with finality, and she turned and went out.
“I GUESS THEY WON’T EAT MUCH, BECAUSE MILLY ANN CATCHES ALL KIND OF LIVE THINGS. I DON’T LIKE HER TO DO THAT, BUT I HEARD SHE WAS BORN THAT WAY AND CAN’T HELP IT.”