been your punch-bowl; but, thank goodness! I think that's chipped.

"Well, you haven't answered about the windows--you can't guess how
many?

"YOU DON'T CARE?

"Well, if nobody caught cold but you, it would be little matter. Six
windows clean out, and three cracked!

"YOU CAN'T HELP IT?

"I should like to know where the money's to come from to mend 'em!
They sha'n't be mended, that's all. Then you'll see how respectable
the house will look. But I know very well what you think. Yes;
you're glad of it. You think that this will keep me at home--but
I'll never stir out again. Then you can go to the sea-side by
yourself; then, perhaps, you can be happy with Miss Prettyman?--Now,
Caudle, if you knock the pillow with your fist in that way, I'll get
up. It's very odd that I can't mention that person's name but you
begin to fight the bolster, and do I don't know what. There must be
something in it, or you wouldn't kick about so. A guilty conscience
needs no--but you know what I mean.

"She wasn't coming to town for a week; and then, of a sudden, she'd
had a letter. I dare say she had. And then, as she said, it would
be company for her to come with us. No doubt. She thought I should
be ill again, and down in the cabin, but with all her art, she does
not know the depth of me--quite. Not but what I was ill; though,
like a brute, you wouldn't see it.