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The shriveled sashes shook in their frames, and the green\r\npanes of glass were clouded with the long thaw. On some little errand\r\nthe dame passed into an adjoining chamber, leaving the door partly\r\nopen. The floor of that room was carpetless, as the kitchen's was.\r\nNothing but bare necessaries were about me; and those not of the best\r\nsort. Not a print on the wall but an old volume of Doddridge lay on the\r\nsmoked chimney-shelf.\r\n\r\n\"You must have walked a long way, sir; you sigh so with weariness.\"\r\n\r\n\"No, I am not nigh so weary as yourself, I dare say.\"\r\n\r\n\"Oh, but I am accustomed to that; _you_ are not, I should think,\" and\r\nher soft, sad blue eye ran over my dress. \"But I must sweep these\r\nshavings away; husband made him a new ax-helve this morning before\r\nsunrise, and I have been so busy washing, that I have had no time to\r\nclear up. But now they are just the thing I want for the fire. They'd\r\nbe much better though, were they not so green.\"\r\n\r\nNow if Blandmour were here, thought I to myself, he would call those\r\ngreen shavings \"Poor Man's Matches,\" or \"Poor Man's Tinder,\" or some\r\npleasant name of that sort.\r\n\r\n\"I do not know,\" said the good woman, turning round to me again--as she\r\nstirred among her pots on the smoky fire--\"I do not know how you will\r\nlike our pudding. It is only rice, milk, and salt boiled together.\"\r\n\r\n\"Ah, what they call 'Poor Man's Pudding,' I suppose you mean?\"\r\n\r\nA quick flush, half resentful, passed over her face.\r\n\r\n\"We do not call it so, sir,\" she said, and was silent.\r\n\r\nUpbraiding myself for my inadvertence, I could not but again think to\r\nmyself what Blandmour would have said, had he heard those words and\r\nseen that flush.\r\n\r\nAt last a slow, heavy footfall was heard; then a scraping at the door,\r\nand another voice said, \"Come, wife; come, come--I must be back again\r\nin a jif--if you say I _must_ take all my meals at home, you must be\r\nspeedy; because the Squire--Good-day, sir,\" he exclaimed, now first\r\ncatching sight of me as he entered the room. He turned toward his\r\nwife, inquiringly, and stood stock-still, while the moisture oozed from\r\nhis patched boots to the floor.\r\n\r\n\"This gentleman stops here awhile to rest and refresh: he will take\r\ndinner with us, too. All will be ready now in a trice: so sit down\r\non the bench, husband, and be patient, I pray. You see, sir,\" she\r\ncontinued, turning to me, \"William there wants, of mornings, to carry\r\na cold meal into the woods with him, to save the long one-o'clock walk\r\nacross the fields to and fro. But I won't let him. A warm dinner is\r\nmore than pay for the long walk.\"\r\n\r\n\"I don't know about that,\" said William, shaking his head. \"I have\r\noften debated in my mind whether it really paid. There's not much odds,\r\neither way, between a wet walk after hard work, and a wet dinner before\r\nit. But I like to oblige a good wife like Martha. And you know, sir,\r\nthat women will have their whimseys.\"\r\n\r\n\"I wish they all had as kind whimseys as your wife has,\" said I.\r\n\r\n\"Well, I've heard that some women ain't all maple-sugar; but, content\r\nwith dear Martha, I don't know much about others.\"\r\n\r\n\"You find rare wisdom in the woods,\" mused I.\r\n\r\n\"Now, husband, if you ain't too tired, just lend a hand to draw the\r\ntable out.\"\r\n\r\n\"Nay,\" said I; \"let him rest, and let me help.\"\r\n\r\n\"No,\" said William, rising.\r\n\r\n\"Sit still,\" said his wife to me.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJZVNHJ252YX52GVGD86G","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1C1N72JCD0ZBGTBX0EX","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKCKGCHVZAY7FTREE1VAJ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKCKEX67JCBNGC9AQ8P3Q","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:02.670Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.761Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}