“Wasn’t I a true and lovin’ wife to ye?”
“Yes.”
“And you run away from me when I was workin’ fer ye?”
“Don’t!” he pleaded. “Don’t hit me in ther face with thet! Great snakes! Yes; I’m willin’ ter admit ter anything. I’m all sorts of critters that ye can think up, and more throwed in. But don’t poke me in the eye with thet.”
“I’ve a notion to ram it down yer throat and open it up inside of ye!” she threatened.
“Waal, it’d make me look fatter, ef ye did!” he declared. “Hold on—hold on! Thet thar is my arm you’re peelin’ the skin off of. Let up, can’t ye?”
“Why did you do it?” she demanded.
“I—I——”
“I ast you why did ye do it?”
“I couldn’t live with ye, and that’s a fact!” he sputtered, hopping about to evade her blows.