He remembered her years of wifely patience and faithful service, "-- a foolish woman.

A Sark wife should know which side of her bread the butter is on.

Can't you see--" "I know all that, Tom, but I hope you'll give up this notion of selling the farm.

Your mother feels just as I do about it.

We've talked it over--" "I'll talk to her," and he went in at once to the old lady's room.
But Grannie gave him no time for argument.
"It's you's the fool, Tom," she said decisively, as he crossed the threshold.