"I'll bet it gives Lucindy a shock!"
And the thought pleased him mightily.
[A Day's Pleasure]
"Mainly it is long and wearyful, and has a home of toil at one end and a dull little town at the other."
[I]
When Markham came in from shovelling his last wagon-load of corn into the crib he found that his wife had put the children to bed, and was kneading a batch of dough with the dogged action of a tired and sullen woman.
He slipped his soggy boots off his feet, and having laid a piece of wood on top of the stove, put his heels on it comfortably. His chair squeaked as he leaned back on its hinder legs, but he paid no attention; he was used to it, exactly as he was used to his wife's lameness and ceaseless toil.
"That closes up my corn," he said after a silence. "I guess I'll go to town to-morrow to git my horses shod."