His mother had to chatter, because she, too, wanted to cry with happiness.
"Now WOULDN'T I help that man!" she said.

"WOULDN'T I see to the fowls and the young stock! And I'D learn to milk, and I'D talk with him, and I'D plan with him.

My word, if I were his wife, the farm would be run, I know! But there, she hasn't the strength--she simply hasn't the strength.

She ought never to have been burdened like it, you know.

I'm sorry for her, and I'm sorry for him too.