Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

“ Evans again untied her apron and this time cast it from her. "For the land's sake, Miss Benson," with visible impatience, "I'd 'a' thought you might at least have turned in and washed the dishes for him."
"Why, no," hesitated Frances, pursuing her design, "I would not have liked to suggest it."
Mrs. Evans gave a short laugh. "Well, all I can say is that Christianity seems a mighty funny thing now-a-days. Sile is not used to baching and he never was handy. I should think common charity would have made you want to clean up a bit." ”

“ Frances's voice was low and even, "what that wretched little cabin is, where the boards don't meet by half an inch. There was his poor bunk in the corner, with the thin, torn bedding, the broken-down stove and no fire in it, the rusty, dirty pots and pans. It all looked so wretched for a man like him. You've always made him so comfortable that he's helpless when it comes to taking care of himself. ”

“ I says: 'Well, Ethel, you never know what means the Lord's goin' to take. Maybe somebody'll go to raisin' a roughhouse somewheres an' put a bullet through one or two of her husbands, an' then Walt can marry her at the eleventh hour.' I told that to Ethel to cheer her up; but I couldn't put much faith in it myself. Things don't happen that slick." Mrs. Thomas sighed more heavily than before, and peered into the depths of her coffee cup with as much of an expression of tragedy as her soft, indefinite features could assume. ”

“ I know that it is entirely your own affair, and that I haven't a particle of call to meddle; but oh!—the hardest thing about right is to be sure that it is right, and not an unwarrantable interference in someone's else business. ”

“ When I lie awake at night and bother over my sins, it's not the bad things I've done that torment me, it's the way I've meddled in other folk's business, trying to do them good, and Satan only knows all the harm I've done. ”

“ Get yourself a horse an' cart, pile the kids in an' jant around havin' a good time. You'd better believe I would. I'd bake up a mess of meat turnovers and doughnuts, and the Devil could go a-courtin' for all of me. I'd have a picnic every day in the year."
"Ah, shut up, Nitschkan!" said Mrs. Evans. "Don't go puttin' such ideas in Mis' Thomas's head. Every woman don't want to go a-gipsyin' like you. Some of us has got a little respectability and domestication. ”

“ Thomas sighed heavily. "Ethel says she ain't made no preparations at all. She don't think of one thing but clothes and such, and you all know that nothin' could be perishinger. Ethel feels awful about her unpreparedness; she says she can't sleep at night for thinkin' of it, and she feels all the time like she's called to be a instrument; so the other day, she drug old man Campbell to see Lutie. ”