"Tom was a good boy." Her husband glared at her.

This was unqualified defiance.
"If that brother of yours was worth his salt, he could take the wagon," he snorted.
"He pays his board, just the same," was the retort.

"An' he's my brother, an' so long as he don't owe you money you've got no right to be jumping on him all the time.

I've got some feelings, if I have been married to you for seven years." "Did you tell 'm you'd charge him for gas if he goes on readin' in bed ?" he demanded.
Mrs.Higginbotham made no reply.

Her revolt faded away, her spirit wilting down into her tired flesh.