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Anderson looked at him sorrowfully. “Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you, Liff.”

“Warn me about what?”

“‘Bout advertisin’ fer a wife. I told you no good could come of it. An’ now I guess you’ll agree that I was right.”

“Oh, shucks! Anna was as good a woman as I ever had, Andy Crow, an’ I don’t know as I ever had a better worker around the place. Fer two years she–“

He choked up and began to sniffle.

“There ain’t no denyin’ the fact she lasted longer’n any of ’em,” agreed Anderson. “I don’t just exactly remember how many funerals you’ve had, Liff, but–say, just out o’ curiosity, how many have you had? Me an’ Mrs. Crow had a dispute about it last evenin’.”

“It’s cost me a lot o’ money, Anderson, a turrible lot o’ money,” groaned Eliphalet, “what with doctors’ bills an’ coffins; an’ nothin’–absolutely nothin’–to show fer it! No children, no–nothin’ but mother-in-laws an’ tombstones. By gosh, why is it mother-in-laws last so long? I’ve got five mother-in-laws livin’ this minute, an’ the good Lord knows I never done anything to encourage ’em. I’ve lost four wives an’ not a single mother-in-law. It don’t seem right–now, does it, Anderson?”

“Well, if you’d married somebody nearer your own age, Liff, you might stand some chance of out-livin’ their mothers. But you been marryin’ women anywheres from fifty to sixty years younger’n you are. You must be derned near eighty.”

“If you git ’em too old, they’re allus complainin’ about doin’ the work around the house and garden, an’ then you got to git a hired girl. Specially the washin’!”

“Seems to me it’d be cheaper in the long run to work a hired girl to death rather than a wife,” said Anderson tartly.

“Most generally it is,” agreed Mr. Loop. “But I sorter got into the habit of marryin’ hired girls, figgerin’ they make the best kind of wives. I give ’em a good home, plenty to eat an’–” His eyes roamed aloft, as if searching for some other beneficence, and finally lighting on Dr. Brown’s door-plate, found something to clinch his argument. “An’ as fine a funeral as any woman could ask fer!” he concluded.

“Let’s git back to the main question,” said Anderson unfeelingly. He didn’t have much use for Eliphalet. “What fer sort of lookin’ feller is this man your wife’s been carryin’ on with?”

“Well,” began Mr. Loop, squinting his bleary eyes reflectively, “I ain’t never seen him ‘cept when he was runnin’, an’ it was after dark besides. Twice I seen him jump out of one of our back winders when I got home earlier’n usual from lodge-meetin’. First time I made out he was a burglar an’ hustled in to see if he had took anything. You see, I allus keep my pocketbook in a burey drawer in our bedroom; an’ natcherly, as it was our bedroom winder he jumped out of, I–well, natcherly I’d be a little uneasy, wouldn’t I?”

“Specially if you thought your wife might ‘a’ been rendered insensible by the robber,” said Anderson.

“Natcherly,” said Mr. Loop quickly. “Course, I thought of her first of all. Well, after I went to the burey an’ found the pocketbook all safe, I asked Anna if she’d heard anybody tryin’ to get in through the winder. She looked kinder funny-like fer a second er two an’ then said no, she hadn’t. I told her what I’d seen, and she said I must be drunk er somethin’, ’cause she’d been in the room all the time havin’ a bite of somethin’ to eat ‘fore goin’ to bed. I never saw anybody that could eat more’n that woman, Anderson. She’s allus eatin’. Course I believed her that time, ’cause there was a plate o’ cold ham an’ some salt-risin’ biscuits an’, oh, a lot of other victuals on the washstand, with only one knife an’ fork. Her mother was sound asleep in her room upstairs; an’ her sister Gertie,–who come to visit us six months ago an’ is still visitin’ us an’ eatin’ more’n any two hired men you ever saw,–Gertie, she was out in the kitchen readin’ that Swede paper my wife takes. An’ she said she didn’t hear anybody either, an’ up and told Anna she’d be afraid to live with a man that come home drunk every night in the week like I did. She’s the meanest woman I ever see, Anderson. She–“