Farm life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction
"I ain't seen in a looking-glass since I don't know when," said Mrs.
Bates. "Why should I begin now? Chances are 'at you have rigged me up
until I'll set the neighbours laughing, or else to saying that I didn't
wait until the breath was out of Pa's body to begin primping."
"Nonsense, Mother," said Kate. "Nobody will say or think anything.
Everyone will recognize Nancy Ellen's fine Spencerian hand in that
bonnet and ruching. Now for your veil!"
Mrs. Bates arose from her chair, and stepped back.
"There, there, Katie!" she said. "You've gone far enough. I'll be
sweat to a lather in this dress; I'll wear the head-riggin', because
I've go to, or set the neighbours talkin' how mean Pa was not to let me
have a bonnet; and between the two I'd rather they'd take it out on me
than on him." She steadied herself by the chair back and looked Kate
in the eyes. "Pa was always the banner hand to boss everything," she
said. "He was so big and strong, and so all-fired sure he was right, I
never contraried him in the start, so before I knowed it, I was waiting
for him to say what to do, and then agreeing with him, even when I
knowed he was WRONG. So goin' we got along FINE, but it give me an
awful smothered feeling at times."
Kate stood looking at her mother intently, her brain racing, for she
was thinking to herself: "Good Lord! She means that to preserve the
appearance of self-respect she systematically agreed with him, whether
she thought he was right or wrong; because she was not able to hold her
own against him. Nearly fifty years of life like that!"
Kate tossed the heavy black crepe veil back on the bed. "Mother," she
said, "here alone, and between us, if I promise never to tell a living
soul, will you tell me the truth about that deed business?" Mrs. Bates
seemed so agitated Kate added: "I mean how it started. If you thought
it was right and a fair thing to do."
"Yes, I'll tell you that," said Mrs. Bates. "It was not fair, and I
saw it; I saw it good and plenty. There was no use to fight him; that
would only a-drove him to record them, but I was sick of it, an' I told
him so."
Kate was pinning her hat.
"I have planned for you to walk with Adam," she said.
"Well, you can just change THAT plan, so far as I am concerned," said
Mrs. Bates with finality. "I ain't a-goin' with Adam. Somebody had
told him about the deeds before he got here. He came in ravin', and he
talked to me something terrible. He was the first to say I shouldn't
a-give Pa the box. NOT GIVE IT TO HIM! An' he went farther than that,
till I just rose up an' called him down proper; but I ain't feelin'
good at him, an' I ain't goin' with him. I am goin' with you. I want
somebody with me that understands me, and feels a little for me, an' I
want the neighbours to see that the minute I'm boss, such a fine girl
as you has her rightful place in her home. I'll go with you, or I'll
sit down on this chair, and sit here."
"But you didn't send for me," said Kate.
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