So my heart is heavier than it has been since I become the lawful wife of Jobe Gaskins.
The idea of him a tellin me that I lie, this late in our lives! It is awful! It teched me to the quick! Well, Jobe Gaskins got no breakfast that day, and I was so worked up that I couldent eat much.
That nite Jobe slept in the barn agin, comin in some time between dark and daylite to get what vittles was cooked.
He stayed out around the barn for three days and nites, only comin in arter I had gone to bed, to git what he needed to eat. I dont know how long he would have kept it up if it hadent got cold Thursday arternoon and evenin. That evenin he froze out, and came up to the fence and hollered:
“Hello!”
I went to the door, and says:
“Hello, sir! What you want?”
“Betsy,” says he, “I would like for you to let me come in and lay by the cookin stove to-nite.”
Says I: “If you wasent so set in your ways and insultin, you could a been sleepin in your usual place, by my side, all these nites. Come in,” says I, “and keep your mouth shet, and all will be well.”
He come in, and I set him a good warm supper. He eat three bowlsful of corn mush, and drunk two big cups of hot coffee.