She was stout, round-faced, good-natured, and industrious; quite the opposite to her rather cold-blooded husband.

And this matter of her not having anything to mother was responsible for many things, as you shall learn.

Threshing-time was rush time with her.
She had few chances to think of anything except food, but this night she happened to have a little leisure, and had devoted it to consideration of Whitey.

"That poor boy out in that tent with all those rough men.

Why didn't I think of him before ?" So Mrs.Steele had waddled out to the tent, and had arrived at a moment when there was a particularly strong outburst of profanity on the part of one of the rough men.