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“
I
didn
’
t
pretend
I
was
.
If
anybody
’
d
have
asked
me
if
I
was
married
I
’
d
have
said
I
was
.
But
they
just
took
it
for
granted
.
I
wasn
’
t
anxious
to
talk
about
the
matter
.
.
.
I
was
feeling
too
sore
over
it
.
It
would
have
been
nuts
for
Mrs
.
Rachel
Lynde
if
she
had
known
my
wife
had
left
me
,
wouldn
’
t
it
now
?
”
“
But
some
people
say
that
you
left
her
.
”
“
She
started
it
,
Anne
,
she
started
it
.
I
’
m
going
to
tell
you
the
whole
story
,
for
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
think
worse
of
me
than
I
deserve
.
.
.
nor
of
Emily
neither
.
But
let
’
s
go
out
on
the
veranda
.
Everything
is
so
fearful
neat
in
here
that
it
kind
of
makes
me
homesick
.
I
suppose
I
’
ll
get
used
to
it
after
awhile
but
it
eases
me
up
to
look
at
the
yard
.
Emily
hasn
’
t
had
time
to
tidy
it
up
yet
.
”
As
soon
as
they
were
comfortably
seated
on
the
veranda
Mr
.
Harrison
began
his
tale
of
woe
.
“
I
lived
in
Scottsford
,
New
Brunswick
,
before
I
came
here
,
Anne
.
My
sister
kept
house
for
me
and
she
suited
me
fine
;
she
was
just
reasonably
tidy
and
she
let
me
alone
and
spoiled
me
.
.
.
so
Emily
says
.
But
three
years
ago
she
died
.
Before
she
died
she
worried
a
lot
about
what
was
to
become
of
me
and
finally
she
got
me
to
promise
I
’
d
get
married
.
She
advised
me
to
take
Emily
Scott
because
Emily
had
money
of
her
own
and
was
a
pattern
housekeeper
.
I
said
,
says
I
,
‘
Emily
Scott
wouldn
’
t
look
at
me
.
’
‘
You
ask
her
and
see
,
’
says
my
sister
;
and
just
to
ease
her
mind
I
promised
her
I
would
.
.
.
and
I
did
.
And
Emily
said
she
’
d
have
me
.
Never
was
so
surprised
in
my
life
,
Anne
.
.
.
a
smart
pretty
little
woman
like
her
and
an
old
fellow
like
me
.
I
tell
you
I
thought
at
first
I
was
in
luck
.
Well
,
we
were
married
and
took
a
little
wedding
trip
to
St
.
John
for
a
fortnight
and
then
we
went
home
.
We
got
home
at
ten
o
’
clock
at
night
,
and
I
give
you
my
word
,
Anne
,
that
in
half
an
hour
that
woman
was
at
work
housecleaning
.
Oh
,
I
know
you
’
re
thinking
my
house
needed
it
.
.
.
you
’
ve
got
a
very
expressive
face
,
Anne
;
your
thoughts
just
come
out
on
it
like
print
.
.
.
but
it
didn
’
t
,
not
that
bad
.
It
had
got
pretty
mixed
up
while
I
was
keeping
bachelor
’
s
hall
,
I
admit
,
but
I
’
d
got
a
woman
to
come
in
and
clean
it
up
before
I
was
married
and
there
’
d
been
considerable
painting
and
fixing
done
.
I
tell
you
if
you
took
Emily
into
a
brand
new
white
marble
palace
she
’
d
be
into
the
scrubbing
as
soon
as
she
could
get
an
old
dress
on
.
Well
,
she
cleaned
house
till
one
o
’
clock
that
night
and
at
four
she
was
up
and
at
it
again
.
And
she
kept
on
that
way
.
.
.
far
’
s
I
could
see
she
never
stopped
.
It
was
scour
and
sweep
and
dust
everlasting
,
except
on
Sundays
,
and
then
she
was
just
longing
for
Monday
to
begin
again
.
But
it
was
her
way
of
amusing
herself
and
I
could
have
reconciled
myself
to
it
if
she
’
d
left
me
alone
.
But
that
she
wouldn
’
t
do
.
She
’
d
set
out
to
make
me
over
but
she
hadn
’
t
caught
me
young
enough
.
I
wasn
’
t
allowed
to
come
into
the
house
unless
I
changed
my
boots
for
slippers
at
the
door
.
I
darsn
’
t
smoke
a
pipe
for
my
life
unless
I
went
to
the
barn
.
And
I
didn
’
t
use
good
enough
grammar
.
Emily
’
d
been
a
schoolteacher
in
her
early
life
and
she
’
d
never
got
over
it
.
Then
she
hated
to
see
me
eating
with
my
knife
.
Well
,
there
it
was
,
pick
and
nag
everlasting
.
But
I
s
’
pose
,
Anne
,
to
be
fair
,
I
was
cantankerous
too
.
I
didn
’
t
try
to
improve
as
I
might
have
done
.
.
.
I
just
got
cranky
and
disagreeable
when
she
found
fault
.
I
told
her
one
day
she
hadn
’
t
complained
of
my
grammar
when
I
proposed
to
her
.
It
wasn
’
t
an
overly
tactful
thing
to
say
.
A
woman
would
forgive
a
man
for
beating
her
sooner
than
for
hinting
she
was
too
much
pleased
to
get
him
.
Well
,
we
bickered
along
like
that
and
it
wasn
’
t
exactly
pleasant
,
but
we
might
have
got
used
to
each
other
after
a
spell
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
Ginger
.
Ginger
was
the
rock
we
split
on
at
last
.
Emily
didn
’
t
like
parrots
and
she
couldn
’
t
stand
Ginger
’
s
profane
habits
of
speech
.
I
was
attached
to
the
bird
for
my
brother
the
sailor
’
s
sake
.
My
brother
the
sailor
was
a
pet
of
mine
when
we
were
little
tads
and
he
’
d
sent
Ginger
to
me
when
he
was
dying
.
I
didn
’
t
see
any
sense
in
getting
worked
up
over
his
swearing
.
There
’
s
nothing
I
hate
worse
’
n
profanity
in
a
human
being
,
but
in
a
parrot
,
that
’
s
just
repeating
what
it
’
s
heard
with
no
more
understanding
of
it
than
I
’
d
have
of
Chinese
,
allowances
might
be
made
.
But
Emily
couldn
’
t
see
it
that
way
.
Women
ain
’
t
logical
.
She
tried
to
break
Ginger
of
swearing
but
she
hadn
’
t
any
better
success
than
she
had
in
trying
to
make
me
stop
saying
‘
I
seen
’
and
‘
them
things
.
’
Seemed
as
if
the
more
she
tried
the
worse
Ginger
got
,
same
as
me
.
“
Well
,
things
went
on
like
this
,
both
of
us
getting
raspier
,
till
the
CLIMAX
came
.
Emily
invited
our
minister
and
his
wife
to
tea
,
and
another
minister
and
HIS
wife
that
was
visiting
them
.
I
’
d
promised
to
put
Ginger
away
in
some
safe
place
where
nobody
would
hear
him
.
.
.
Emily
wouldn
’
t
touch
his
cage
with
a
ten
-
foot
pole
.
.
.
and
I
meant
to
do
it
,
for
I
didn
’
t
want
the
ministers
to
hear
anything
unpleasant
in
my
house
.
But
it
slipped
my
mind
.
.
.
Emily
was
worrying
me
so
much
about
clean
collars
and
grammar
that
it
wasn
’
t
any
wonder
.
.
.
and
I
never
thought
of
that
poor
parrot
till
we
sat
down
to
tea
.
Just
as
minister
number
one
was
in
the
very
middle
of
saying
grace
,
Ginger
,
who
was
on
the
veranda
outside
the
dining
room
window
,
lifted
up
HIS
voice
.
The
gobbler
had
come
into
view
in
the
yard
and
the
sight
of
a
gobbler
always
had
an
unwholesome
effect
on
Ginger
.
He
surpassed
himself
that
time
.
You
can
smile
,
Anne
,
and
I
don
’
t
deny
I
’
ve
chuckled
some
over
it
since
myself
,
but
at
the
time
I
felt
almost
as
much
mortified
as
Emily
.
I
went
out
and
carried
Ginger
to
the
barn
.
I
can
’
t
say
I
enjoyed
the
meal
.
I
knew
by
the
look
of
Emily
that
there
was
trouble
brewing
for
Ginger
and
James
A
.
When
the
folks
went
away
I
started
for
the
cow
pasture
and
on
the
way
I
did
some
thinking
.
I
felt
sorry
for
Emily
and
kind
of
fancied
I
hadn
’
t
been
so
thoughtful
of
her
as
I
might
;
and
besides
,
I
wondered
if
the
ministers
would
think
that
Ginger
had
learned
his
vocabulary
from
me
.
The
long
and
short
of
it
was
,
I
decided
that
Ginger
would
have
to
be
mercifully
disposed
of
and
when
I
’
d
druv
the
cows
home
I
went
in
to
tell
Emily
so
.
But
there
was
no
Emily
and
there
was
a
letter
on
the
table
.
.
.
just
according
to
the
rule
in
story
books
.
Emily
writ
that
I
’
d
have
to
choose
between
her
and
Ginger
;
she
’
d
gone
back
to
her
own
house
and
there
she
would
stay
till
I
went
and
told
her
I
’
d
got
rid
of
that
parrot
.
