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“‘What’s wanted?’ says he. An’ I declare for’t I was so scairt I jest turned round an’ cut for home. An’ there set ‘Mandy, wringin’ her hands.

“‘What be I goin’ to do?’ says she, over ‘n’ over. ‘Who ever’d ha’ thought o’ this?’

“‘The thing for you to do,’ says I, ‘is to go, straight home to your mother, an’ I’ll harness up an’ carry you. Don’t you step your foot inside that house ag’in. Maybe ma’am will go over an’ pack up your things. You’ve made mischief enough.’ So we got her off that arter-noon, an’ that was an end of her.

“I never could see what made Josh think so quick that day. We never thought he was brighter ‘n common; but jest see how in that flash o’ bein’ mad with Lyddy Ann he’d planned out what would be most wormwood for her! He gi’n her the half o’ the house she’d furnished herself with hair-cloth chairs an’ a whatnot, but ‘twa’n’t the part that was fit to be lived in. She stayed pretty close for three or four days, an’ I guess she never had nothin’ to eat. It made me kind o’ sick to think of her in there settin’ on her hair-cloth sofy, an’ lookin’ at her wax flowers an’ the coral on the what-not, an’ thinkin’ what end she’d made. It was of a Monday she was sent in there, an’ Tuesday night I slipped over an’ put some luncheon on the winder-sill; but ’twas there the next day, an’ Cyrus see the old crower fly up an’ git it. An’ that same Tuesday mornin’, Josh had a j’iner come an’ begin a partition right straight through the house. It was all rough boards, like a high fence, an’ it cut the front entry in two, an’ went right through the kitchen–so’t the kitchen stove was one side on’t, an’ the sink the other. Lyddy Ann’s side had the stove. I was glad o’ that, though I s’pose she ‘most had a fit every day to think o’ him tryin’ to cook over the airtight in the settin’-room. Seemed kind o’ queer to go to the front door, too, for you had to open it wide an’ squeeze round the partition to git into Lyddy Ann’s part, an’ a little mite of a crack would let you into Josh’s. But they didn’t have many callers. It was a good long while afore anybody dared to say a word to her; an’ as for Josh, there wa’n’t nobody that cared about seein’ him but the tax-collector an’ pedlers.

“Well, the trouble Josh took to carry out that mad fit! He split wood an’ laid it down at Lyddy Ann’s door, an’ he divided the eggs an’ milk, an’ shoved her half inside. He bought her a separate barrel o’ flour, an’ all the groceries he could think on; they said he laid money on her winder-sill. But, take it all together, he was so busy actin’ like a crazed one that he never got his ‘taters dug till ‘most time for the frost. Lyddy Ann she never showed her head among the neighbors ag’in. When she see she’d got to stay there, she begun to cook for herself; but one day, one o’ the neighbors heard her pleadin’ with Josh, out in the cow-yard, while he was milkin’.

“‘O Joshuay,’ she kep’ a-sayin’ over ‘n’ over, ‘you needn’t take me back, if you’ll on’y let me do your work! You needn’t speak to me, an’ I’ll live in the other part; but I shall be crazy if you don’t let me do your work. O Joshuay! O Joshuay!’ She cried an’ cried as if her heart would break, but Josh went on milkin’, an’ never said a word.

“I s’pose she thought he’d let her, the old hunks, for the next day, she baked some pies an’ set ’em on the table in his part. She reached in through the winder to do it. But that night, when Josh come home, he hove ’em all out into the back yard, an’ the biddies eat ’em up. The last time I was there, I see them very pieces o’ pie-plate, white an’ blue-edged, under the syringa bush. Then she kind o’ give up hope. I guess–But no! I’m gittin’ ahead o’ my story. She did try him once more. Of course his rooms got to lookin’ like a hog’s nest–“