“Yes! And how many times have I told you nova to go off and do a thing that I wanted you to, unless you asked me if I did? Must I die befo'e you can find out that there is such a thing as talkin', and such anotha thing as doin'? You wouldn't get yourself into half as many scrapes if you talked more and done less, in this wo'ld.” Lander rose.
“Wait! Hold on! What are you going to say to the pooa thing? She'll be so disappointed!”
“I don't know as I shall need to say anything myself,” answered the little man, at his dryest. “Leave that to you.”
“Well, I can tell you,” returned his wife, “I'm not goin' nea' them again; and if you think—What did you ask the woman, anyway?”
“I asked her,” he said, “if she wanted to let the gul come and see you about some sewing you had to have done, and she said she did.”
“And you didn't speak about havin' her come to live with us?”
“No.”
“Well, why in the land didn't you say so before, Albe't?”
“You didn't ask me. What do you want I should say to her now?”
“Say to who?”