And my word's law--with _you_, at least," she added, bestowing a cutting glance upon her husband.
The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew.
Mrs.Sheppard, who witnessed this occurrence with dismay, looked timorously at Wood, in expectation of some hint being given as to the course she had better pursue; but, receiving none, for the carpenter was too much agitated to attend to her, she ventured to express a fear that she was intruding.
"Intruding!" echoed Mrs.Wood; "to be sure you are! I wonder how you dare show your face in this house, hussy!" "I thought you sent for me, Ma'am," replied the widow, humbly.
"So I did," retorted Mrs.Wood; "and I did so to see how far your effrontery would carry you." "I'm sure I'm very sorry.

I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence ?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood.
"Don't exchange glances with him under my very nose, woman!" shrieked Mrs.Wood; "I'll not bear it.

Look at me, and answer me one question.
And, mind! no prevaricating--nothing but the truth will satisfy me." Mrs.Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator.
"Are you not that man's mistress ?" demanded Mrs.Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust.
"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone.
"That's false!" cried Mrs.Wood.

"I'm too well acquainted with your proceedings, Madam, to believe that.

Profligate women are never reclaimed.