If I drove her away from home, scoldin' because you cut over that other old thing of mine for her, I'm goin' to make up for it now.

I'm goin' to give her my best blue silk, that I paid a dollar and a half a yard for, and 'ain't worn three times.

Yes, I be.

She's goin' to have a dress cut out of it, an' she's comin' back to wear it, too.

You'll see she is comin' home to wear it." Eva cut wildly into the silk with mad slashes of her gleaming shears, while two neighboring women, who had just come into the room, stared aghast, and even Fanny was partly diverted from her sorrow.
"She's crazy," whispered one of the women, backing away as she spoke.
"Oh, Eva, don't; don't do so," pleaded Fanny, tremulously.
"I be," said Eva, and she cut recklessly up the front breadth.
"You ain't cutting it right," said the other neighbor, who was skilful in such matters, and never fully moved from her own household grooves by any excitement.