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Ethan was vanquished. He stared at her in speechless surprise, his jaw hanging. It was incredible.

"For twenty-three years," she went on musingly, "I’ve just about promised myself every year I’d go back an’ see my folks. " She was distinctly talking to herself now, and her voice had a touching, wistful cadence. "I’ve wanted to go back an’ see the old folks, an’ the hills where we played, an’ eat apples off the old tree down by the old well. I’ve had them trees an’ hills in my mind days and days–nights, too–an’ the girls I used to know, an’ my own folks–"

She fell into a silent muse, which lasted so long that the ticking of the clock grew loud as the gong in the man’s ears, and the wind outside seemed to sound drearier than usual. He returned to the money problem, kindly, though.

"But how y’ goin’ t’ raise the money? I ain’t got no extra cash this time. Agin Roach is paid an’ the mortgage interest paid we ain’t got no hundred dollars to spare, Jane, not by a jugful. "

"Waal, don’t you lay awake nights studyin’ on where I’m a-goin’ to get the money," said the old woman, taking delight in mystifying him. She had him now, and he couldn’t escape. He strove to show his indifference, however, by playing a tune or two on the violin.

"Come, Tukey, you better climb the wooden hill," Mrs. Ripley said a half hour later to the little chap on the floor, who was beginning to get drowsy under the influence of his grandpa’s fiddling. "Pa, you had orta ‘a put that string in the clock today–on the ‘larm side the string is broke," she said upon returning from the boy’s bedroom. "I orta get up extry early tomorrow to get some sewin’ done. Land knows, I can’t fix up much, but they is a leetle I c’n do. I want to look decent. "

They were alone now, and they both sat expectantly. "You ‘pear to think, Mother, that I’m agin yer goin’. " "Waal, it would kinder seem as if y’ hadn’t hustled yerself any t’ help me git off. "

He was smarting under the sense of being wronged. "Waal, I’m jest as willin’ you should go as I am for myself; but if I ain’t got no money, I don’t see how I’m goin’ to send–"

"I don’t want ye to send; nobody ast ye to, Ethan Ripley. I guess if I had what I’ve earnt since we came on this farm, I’d have enough to go to Jericho with. "

"You’ve got as much out of it as I have. You talk about your gom’ back. Ain’t I been wantin’ to go back myself? And ain’t I kep’ still ’cause I see it wa’n’t no use? I guess I’ve worked jest as long and as hard as you, an’ in storms an’ mud an’ heat, ef it comes t’ that. "

The woman was staggered, but she wouldn’t give up; she must get m one more thrust.

"Waal, if you’d ‘a managed as well as I have, you’d have some money to go with. " And she rose, and went to mix her bread, and set it "raisin’. " He sat by the fire twanging his fiddle softly. He was plainly thrown into gloomy retrospectlon, something quite unusual for him. But his fingers picking out the bars of a familiar tune set him to smiling, and, whipping his bow across the strings, he forgot all about his wife’s resolutions and his own hardships. Trouble always slid off his back like "punkins off a haystack" anyway.