'It's saying a good deal!' remarked Christopher, still looking at her.
'It's sayin' a good deal, to make the first prayer; but ef I made the first one, I'd make all the rest. I don't abide no half work in my garden, Christopher; that's what I was thinkin'; and I don't believe Him you pray to likes it no better.'
Christopher was utterly unprepared to go on with this subject; and finally gave up trying, and attended to his supper. After a little while his wife struck a new theme. She was not a trained rhetorician; but when she had said what she had to say she was always contented to stop.
'How are things going up your way to-day?' she asked.
'My way is down here, I'm happy to say.'
'Wall, up to the colonel's, then. What's the news?'
'Ain't no sort o' news. Never is. They're always at the old things. The colonel he lies on his sofy, and Miss Esther she goes and comes. They want to get a house in town, now she's goin' so regular, only they can't find one to fit.'
'Kin't find a house? I thought there was houses enough in all New York.'
'Houses enough, but they all is set up so high in their rents, you see.'
'Is that the trouble?'