Eleanor H. Porter

“ Craddock opened their modest little establishment on West Eighty-second Street and began life in earnest.
“And to think you've got to leave me and go to that tiresome old office!” demurred Elizabeth the first morning, her hands upraised to her husband's shoulders.
“Sure, dear; but I'm a responsible citizen now,” laughed Craddock. “I'm no longer a floating atom; I'm a family man with duties to myself and the commonwealth!” ”

“ Elizabeth insisted that her husband must be lonely; that it was her duty to look after him, to see that his luncheon was suitable, and partaken of with sufficient moderation.
Craddock's business, also, was taken into her tender care, and grave questions were asked as to his income, his expenses, and his methods of dealing with his employees. A wife ought to know, she said. ”

“ Why, Timothy, I'm ashamed of you—and Mary was such a good woman!”
“That's jest it, ma'am; she was too good—she was.”
“Oh, Timothy!”
“Well, she was,” reiterated the man. “She was that good she jest thought there wa'n't anyone else in the world that knew nothin'. She made me hoe my pertaters jest so, an' she always bossed my eatin' an' drinkin', an' she wouldn't let me work bareheaded.” ”