Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

“ The Pearl looked at her a moment or two with sullen, contemptuous eyes. "Shut up," she commanded, "I'm tired of hearin' you talk."
"Here, here," admonished Mrs. Nitschkan. "Now I'll hustle around and make you a good, strong cup of coffee. There's nothin' like it fer soul an' body. You'll feel better then. Then we'll get your clothes off, an' a nightgown on, an' we'll see where you're hurted."
"Where I'm hurted?" repeated Pearl, her vague eyes more veiled, more tragically mysterious than ever. "I'm hurted so deep that you can't find it, Sadie Nitschkan." ”

“ When I set him out his supper he threw the vittles all over the place, an' said it wasn't fit fer dogs to eat; an' then he beat me."
"Gosh a'mighty! An' you the best cook in the camp! He must 'a' been crazy drunk," exclaimed Mrs. ”