She saw it picked up and swayed so it missed.
"I guess that is answer enough for me," she panted, racing on.

"A lovely father you are--no wonder your daughters are dishonest through fear of you--no wonder your wife has no mind of her own--no wonder your sons hate you and wish you would die--so they could have their deeds and be like men--instead of 'spanked school-boys' as they feel now--no wonder the whole posse of us hate you." Directly opposite the door Kate caught the table and drew it with her to bar the opening.

As it crashed against the casing half the dishes flew to the floor in a heap.

When Adam Bates pulled it from his path he stepped in a dish of fried potatoes and fell heavily.

Kate reached the road, climbed in the buggy, and said the Nancy Ellen: "You'd better hide! Cut a bundle of stuff and send it to me by Adam and I'll sew my fingers to the bone for you every night.