I'd have to waste time I need for my work and spend money that draws good interest while we sleep, to tempt her with presents.

I'd have to rebuild the cabin and there's not a chance in ten she would not fret the life out of me whining to go to the city to live, arrange for her here the best I could.

Of all the fool, unreliable dogs that ever trod a man's tracks, you are the limit! And you never before failed me! You blame, degenerate pup, you!" The Harvester paused for breath and the dog subsided to a pitiful whimper.

He was eager to return to the man who had struck him the first blow his pampered body ever had received; but he could not understand a kick and harsh words for him, so he lay quivering with anxiety and fear.
"You howling, whimpering idiot!" exclaimed the Harvester.

"Choose a day like this to spoil! Air to intoxicate a mummy! Roots swelling! Buds bursting! Harvest close and you'd call me off and put me at work like that, would you?
If I ever had supposed lost all your senses, I never would have asked you.