Mis' Green an' me ain't goin' to stay to home on account of a cat." Amanda subsided weakly.

She felt strange, and not like herself.

Mrs.
Babcock seemed to recognize it by some subtle intuition.

She would never have dared use such a tone toward her without subsequent concessions.

Amanda had always had a certain dignity and persistency which had served to intimidate too presuming people; now she had lost it all.
"I'll write to Abby, jest as soon as I get down there, to give the cat her milk," whispered Mrs.Green soothingly; and Amanda was comforted.
The covered wagon rolled along the country road toward the railroad station.