“One day Lisha come home tired and cross, for bills was pressin’, work slack, and folks talkin’ about us as ef they’d nothin’ else to do. I was dishin’ up dinner, feelin’ as nervous as a witch, for a whole batch of bread had burnt to a cinder while I was trimmin’ a new bunnet, Wash had scart me most to death swallerin’ a cent, and the steak had been on the floor more’n once, owin’ to my havin’ babies, dogs, cats, or hens under my feet the whole blessed time.
“Lisha looked as black as thunder, throwed his hat into a corner, and came along to the sink where I was skinnin’ pertaters. As he washed his hands, I asked what the matter was; but he only muttered and slopped, and I couldn’t git nothin’ out of him, for he ain’t talkative at the best of times as you see, and when he’s werried corkscrews wouldn’t draw a word from him.
“Bein’ riled myself didn’t mend matters, and so we fell to hectorin’ one another right smart. He said somethin’ that dreened my last drop of patience; I give a sharp answer, and fust thing I knew he up with his hand and slapped me. It warn’t a hard blow by no means, only a kind of a wet spat side of the head; but I thought I should have flew, and was as mad as ef I’d been knocked down. You never see a man look so ’shamed as Lisha did, and ef I’d been wise I should have made up the quarrel then. But I was a fool. I jest flung fork, dish, pertaters and all into the pot, and says, as ferce as you please:
“‘Lisha Wilkins, when you can treat me decent you may come and fetch me back; you won’t see me till then, and so I tell you.’
“Then I made a bee-line for Mis Bascum’s; told her the whole story, had a good cry, and was all ready to go home in half an hour, but Lisha didn’t come.
“Wal, that night passed, and what a long one it was to be sure! and me without a wink of sleep, thinkin’ of Wash and the cent, my emptins and the baby. Next day come, but no Lisha, no message, no nuthin’, and I began to think I’d got my match though I had a sight of grit in them days. I sewed, and Mis Bascum she clacked; but I didn’t say much, and jest worked like sixty to pay for my keep, for I warn’t goin’ to be beholden to her for nothin’.
“The day dragged on terrible slow, and at last I begged her to go and git me a clean dress, for I’d come off jest as I was, and folks kep’ droppin’ in, for the story was all round, thanks to Mis Bascum’s long tongue.
“Wal, she went, and ef you’ll believe me Lisha wouldn’t let her in! He handed my best things out a winder and told her to tell me they were gittin’ along fust rate with Florindy Walch to do the work. He hoped I’d have a good time, and not expect him for a consider’ble spell, for he liked a quiet house, and now he’d got it.
“When I heard that, I knew he must be provoked the wust kind, for he ain’t a hash man by nater. I could have crep’ in at the winder ef he wouldn’t open the door, I was so took down by that message. But Mis Bascum wouldn’t hear of it, and kep’ stirrin’ of me up till I was ashamed to eat ’umble pie fust; so I waited to see how soon he’d come round. But he had the best on’t you see, for he’d got the babies and lost a cross wife, while I’d lost every thing but Mis Bascum, who grew hatefuler to me every hour, for I begun to mistrust she was a mischief-maker,—widders most always is,—seein’ how she pampered up my pride and ’peared to like the quarrel.
“I thought I should have died more’n once, for sure as you live it went on three mortal days, and of all miser’ble creeters I was the miser’blest. Then I see how wicked and ungrateful I’d been; how I’d shirked my bounden duty and scorned my best blessins. There warn’t a hard job that ever I’d hated but what grew easy when I remembered who it was done for; there warn’t a trouble or a care that I wouldn’t have welcomed hearty, nor one hour of them dear fractious babies that didn’t seem precious when I’d gone and left ’em. I’d got time to rest enough now, and might go pleasuring all day long; but I couldn’t do it, and would have given a dozin bunnets trimmed to kill ef I could only have been back moilin’ in my old kitchen with the children hangin’ round me and Lisha a comin’ in cheerful from his work as he used to ’fore I spoilt his home for him. How sing’lar it is folks never do know when they are wal off!”