Beeler.
Won't hurt her, I reckon, bad off as she is.—A reg'lar old-fashioned, sunshiny, blossomy spring mornin'—summer here with a jump and fine growin' weather.
Pause.
All the same, sun might as well stay in China this Easter!
Martha.
Is that why you're tackin' up them fool pictures again?
Beeler.
Yes, ma'am. That's just why. Religion!
Martha.
You wa'n't so sure yesterday, when you saw your wife stand up on her two dead feet and walk.