“Ef ye had helped gittin’ that bit o’ corn in,” retorted Caleb, “ye’d fare to have more to sleep on.”
“There’s more than one kind of work, Caleb,” said Martha severely. “There’s brain-work for them that have never been scarecrows.”
“Yes, indeed, Mrs. Flynt!” said Tony earnestly. “I’m worked to a shadow.”
“And there was no such hurry to get the corn in,” Martha added.
“With all they prayers for rine gooin’ on, ye can’t be too careful,” Caleb urged.
“But what work had you got, Mr. Flippance?” Jinny laughed.
“Getting married. Didn’t you know?”
She was startled. “But you’re not married already?”
“No such luck. When the lady says ‘Yes,’ you think all your troubles are over. But they’re only beginning.”
Caleb’s face relaxed in a grin, whereupon Martha’s hardened to a frown. “Marriage is no laughing matter,” she said, with a glower at her husband.