I have seen you and your mother.

You would not let your mother brush your boots for you, you would not sit smoking and let her carry in wood in the winter time, you would not stand leaning over the fence and watch your mother milk the cow.

Mein Gott! Ernest, since he came back--the women are only good for waiting on him, for working in the house or on the farm.

His wife, she will not work in the fields; Ernest is too rich for that.

But she will not be like"-- here the girl paused abruptly, a vivid colour dyeing her fair skin--"like your wife.