She seemed falling back into her old petulant, moody ways,
and her husband suffered a corresponding dejection.
The elation was passing out of his heart. Their picnic was at an end.
As the summer came on he was forced to go out ploughing for other
settlers, and she was left alone a great deal. This was hard to bear.
There was so little to do in her little sun-smit cabin, and her trip to
the post-office to get the mail and to meet the other settlers came to
be a necessity. Like the other women, she put on her best hat and gown
when she went to the store, and a low word of compliment from Rivers, as
he handed out the mail, put a color into her face and a joy in her
heart which her husband had never been able to arouse--indeed, it was
after these visits that she was most cruel to Willard.
Sometimes she went with him to visit the neighbors, but not often. One
day he said:
"I'm goin' to work f'r Jim Bradley to-day--want 'o go 'long?"
"I can't this mornin'. Perhaps I'll come over after dinner and walk home
with you."
"I think you'll like Mrs.
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