I saw that he felt the unkindness of my manner, in the slight shade that passed over his face.
"Can't you get some one else to do your washing this week ?" I made no reply.

The question was easily asked.

After that, my husband was silent,--silent in that peculiar way that I understood, too well, as the effect of my words, or tones, or state of mind.

Here was another cause for unhappiness, in the reflection that I had disturbed my husband's peace.
I am sure that I did not much look like a loving wife and mother as I presided at the dinner table that day.

The children never seemed so restless and hard to manage; and I could not help speaking to them, every now and then, "as if I would take their heads off;" but to little good effect.
After my husband went away on finishing his dinner, I went to bed, and cried for more than half the afternoon.