They were repacking the cakes in their wallets when they observed a
stout, comely female coming towards the well. This woman, when she
drew near, saluted the Thin Woman, and her the Thin Woman saluted
again, whereupon the stranger sat down.
“It’s hot weather, surely,” said she, “and I’m thinking it’s as
much as a body’s life is worth to be travelling this day and the
sun the way it is. Did you come far, now, ma’am, or is it that you
are used to going the roads and don’t mind it?”
“Not far,” said the Thin Woman.
“Far or near,” said the stranger, “a perch is as much as I’d like
to travel this time of the year. That’s a fine pair of children you
have with you now, ma’am.”
“They are,” said the Thin Woman.
“I’ve ten of them myself,” the other continued, “and I often
wondered where they came from. It’s queer to think of one woman
making ten new creatures and she not getting a penny for it, nor
any thanks itself.”
“It is,” said the Thin Woman.
“Do you ever talk more than two words at the one time, ma’am?” said
the stranger.
“I do,” said the Thin Woman.
“I’d give a penny to hear you,” replied the other angrily, “for a
more bad-natured, cross-grained, cantankerous person than yourself
I never met among womankind. It’s what I said to a man only
yesterday, that thin ones are bad ones, and there isn’t any one
could be thinner than you are yourself.”
“The reason you say that,” said the Thin Woman calmly, “is because
you are fat and you have to tell lies to yourself to hide your
misfortune, and let on that you like it. There is no one in the
world could like to be fat, and there I leave you, ma’am. You can
poke your finger in your own eye, but you may keep it out of mine
if you please, and, so, good-bye to you; and if I wasn’t a quiet
woman I’d pull you by the hair of the head up a hill and down a
hill for two hours, and now there’s an end of it. I’ve given you
more than two words; let you take care or I’ll give you two more
that will put blisters on your body for ever. Come along with me
now, children, and if ever you see a woman like that woman you’ll
know that she eats until she can’t stand, and drinks until she
can’t sit, and sleeps until she is stupid; and if that sort of
person ever talks to you remember that two words are all that’s due
to her, and let them be short ones, for a woman like that would be
a traitor and a thief, only that she’s too lazy to be anything but
a sot, God help her I and, so, good-bye.”
Thereupon the Thin Woman and the children arose, and having saluted
the stranger they went down the wide path; but the other woman
stayed where she was sitting, and she did not say a word even to
herself.
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