“Lisha was the kindest man you ever see, so when I up and said I warn’t goin’ to drudge round no more, but must hev a girl, he got one, and goodness knows what a trial she was. After she came I got dreadful slack, and left the house and the children to Hen’retta, and went pleasurin’ frequent all in my best. I always was a dressy woman in them days, and Lisha give me his earnin’s real lavish, bless his heart! and I went and spent ’em on my sinful gowns and bunnets.” Here Mrs. Wilkins stopped to give a remorseful groan and stroke her faded dress, as if she found great comfort in its dinginess. “It ain’t no use tellin’ all I done, but I had full swing, and at fust I thought luck was in my dish sure. But it warn’t, seein’ I didn’t deserve it, and I had to take my mess of trouble, which was needful and nourishin’, ef I’d had the grace to see it so. “Lisha got into debt, and no wonder, with me a wastin’ of his substance; Hen’retta went off suddin’, with whatever she could lay her hands on, and everything was at sixes and sevens. Lisha’s patience give out at last, for I was dreadful fractious, knowin’ it was all my fault. The children seemed to git out of sorts, too, and acted like time in the primer, with croup and pins, and whoopin’-cough and temper. I declare I used to think the pots and kettles biled over to spite each other and me too in them days. “All this was nuts to Mis Bascum, and she kep’ advisin’ and encouragin’ of me, and I didn’t see through her a mite, or guess that settin’ folks by the ears was as relishin’ to her as bitters is to some. Merciful, suz! what a piece a work we did make betwixt us! I scolded and moped ’cause I couldn’t have my way; Lisha swore and threatened to take to drinkin’ ef I didn’t make home more comfortable; the children run wild, and the house was gittin’ too hot to hold us, when we was brought up with a round turn, and I see the redicklousness of my doin’s in time. “One day Lisha come home tired and cross, for bills was pressin’, work slack, and folks talkin’ about us as ef they’d nothin’ else to do. I was dishin’ up dinner, feelin’ as nervous as a witch, for a whole batch of bread had burnt to a cinder while I was trimmin’ a new bunnet, Wash had scart me most to death swallerin’ a cent, and the steak had been on the floor more’n once, owin’ to my havin’ babies, dogs, cats, or hens under my feet the whole blessed time. “Lisha looked as black as thunder, throwed his hat into a corner, and came along to the sink where I was skinnin’ pertaters. As he washed his hands, I asked what the matter was; but he only muttered and slopped, and I couldn’t git nothin’ out of him, for he ain’t talkative at the best of times as you see, and when he’s werried corkscrews wouldn’t draw a word from him.