'She—she wouldn’t give me no peace. She wouldn’t let him take me for a wedding-trip, not even to the Fair.' She repeated it as though it were the worst of all her grievances: 'Not even a wedding-trip to the Fair would he dare to take.'
Mrs. Hill burst forth again. She would have spoken if decapitation had followed.
'He gave all his money to his mom.'
'He is yet under age,' said Mrs. Myers.
Again Mrs. Hill burst forth:—
'She wanted that Sula should convert herself to the Mennonites.'
'I wanted to save her soul,' declared Mrs. Myers.
'You needn’t to worry yourself about her soul,' answered Mrs. Hill. 'When you behave as well as Sula when you’re young, you needn’t to worry yourself about other people’s souls when you get old.'
Mrs. Myers’s youth had not been as strait-laced as her middle age; there was a depth of reminiscent innuendo in Mrs. Hill’s remark. Millerstown laughed. It was one of the delights of these hearings that no allusion failed to be appreciated.
'Besides, I did give her money,' Mrs. Myers hastened to say.