"You didn't say anything to her about her daughta?"

"Yes, I did," said Lander.

"Well, you ce'tainly do equal anything," said his wife. She lay still
awhile, and then she roused herself with indignant energy. "Well, then, I
can tell you what, Albe't Landa: you can go right straight and take back
everything you said. I don't want the child, and I won't have her. I've
got care enough to worry me now, I should think; and we should have her
whole family on our hands, with that shiftless father of hers, and the
whole pack of her brothas and sistas. What made you think I wanted you to
do such a thing?"

"You wanted me to do it last night. Wouldn't ha'dly let me go to bed."

"Yes! And how many times have I told you nova to go off and do a thing
that I wanted you to, unless you asked me if I did? Must I die befo'e you
can find out that there is such a thing as talkin', and such anotha thing
as doin'? You wouldn't get yourself into half as many scrapes if you
talked more and done less, in this wo'ld." Lander rose.

"Wait! Hold on! What are you going to say to the pooa thing? She'll be so
disappointed!"

"I don't know as I shall need to say anything myself," answered the
little man, at his dryest. "Leave that to you."

"Well, I can tell you," returned his wife, "I'm not goin' nea' them
again; and if you think--What did you ask the woman, anyway?"