Mrs.Tompkins had trespassed so far upon her rights, and then put such a face upon it, that she could not help feeling incensed at her conduct.
After a while "day after to-morrow" came, which was on Saturday.
"I must have that kettle to-day, Hannah," said she, and Hannah started off to Mrs.Tompkins.
"You needn't come after that kettle to-day," spoke up Mrs.Tompkins, as Hannah entered, "my marmalade is not all done yet." "But we must have it to-day, Mrs.Tompkins.

Mrs.Pierce says as how I mustn't come home without it.

The preserves are nearly ruined now, and all because you didn't send home the kittle when we first wanted it." "I want none of your impudence," said Mrs.Tompkins, going off at once into a passion, for she was rather a high-tempered woman, "and so just shut up at once.

If Mrs.Pierce is so fussy about her old worn-out kettle, she can have it and make the most out of it.

A pretty neighbour, indeed! Here, Sally," calling to her help, "empty that kettle and give it to Hannah." "Where shall I empty it ?" asked Sally.
"Empty it into the slop barrel, for what I care; the whole kettle of marmalade will be spoiled any how.