They shook hands, and Ed slouched down on the lounge. Will could have kicked him for laying the blame of the dispute upon Agnes; it showed him in a flash just how he treated her. He disdained to quarrel; he simply silenced and dominated her. Will asked a few questions about crops, with such grace as he could show, and Ed, with keen eyes fixed on Will's face, talked easily and stridently. "Dinner ready?" he asked of Agnes. "Where's Pete?" "He's asleep." "All right. Let 'im sleep. Well, let's go out an' set up. Come, Dad, sling away that Bible and come to grub. Mother, what the devul are you snifflin' at? Say, now, look here! If I hear any more about this row, I'll simply let you walk down to meetin'. Come, Will, set up." He led the way out into the little kitchen where the dinner was set. "What was the row about? Hain't been breakin' some dish, Agg?" "Yes, she has," broke in the old lady. "One o' the blue ones?" winked Ed. "No, thank goodness, it was a white one." "Well, now, I'll git into that dod-gasted cubberd some day an' break the whole eternal outfit. I ain't goin' to have this damned jawin' goin' on," he ended, brutally unconscious of his own "jawin'." After this the dinner proceeded in comparative silence, Agnes sobbing under breath. The room was small and very hot; the table was warped so badly that the dishes had a tendency to slide to the centre; the walls were bare plaster, grayed with time; the food was poor and scant, and the flies absolutely swarmed upon everything, like bees. Otherwise the room was clean and orderly. "They say you've made a pile o' money out West, Bill. I'm glad of it. We fellers back here don't make anything. It's a dam tight squeeze. Agg, it seems to me the flies are devilish thick to-day. Can't you drive 'em out?" Agnes felt that she must vindicate herself a little. "I do drive 'em out, but they come right in again. The screen-door is broken and they come right in." "I told Dad to fix that door." "But he won't do it for me." Ed rested his elbows on the table and fixed his bright black eyes on his father. "Say, what d' you mean by actin' like a mule? I swear I'll trade you off f'r a yaller dog. What do I keep you round here for anyway--to look purty?" "I guess I've as good a right here as you have, Ed Kinney." "Oh, go soak y'r head, old man. If you don't 'tend out here a little better, down goes your meat-house! I won't drive you down to meetin' till you promise to fix that door. Hear me!" Daddy began to snivel. Agnes could not look up for shame. Will felt sick. Ed laughed. "I c'n bring the old man to terms that way; he can't walk very well late years, an' he can't drive my colt. You know what a cuss I used to be about fast nags? Well, I'm just the same. Hobkirk's got a colt I want. Say, that reminds me: your team's out there by the fence. I forgot. I'll go out and put 'em up." "No, never mind; I can't stay but a few minutes." "Goin' to be round the country long?" "A week--maybe."