I've got the nightmare now, seem' it.

I'm goin' to send f'r a pail o' red paint, and I'm goin' to paint that out if it takes the last breath I've got to do it." "I'll tend to it, mother, if you won't hurry me"---- "I can't stand it another day.

It makes me boil every time I look out the winder." Uncle Ethan hitched up his team and drove gloomily off to town, where he tried to find the agent.

He lived in some other part of the county, however, and so the old man gave up and bought a pot of red paint, not daring to go back to his desperate wife without it.
"Goin' to paint y'r new barn ?" inquired the merchant, with friendly interest.
Uncle Ethan turned with guilty sharpness; but the merchant's face was grave and kindly.
"Yes, I thought I'd touch it up a little--don't cost much." "It pays--always," the merchant said emphatically.
"Will it--stick jest as well put on evenings ?" inquired Uncle Ethan, hesitatingly.
"Yes--won't make any difference.

Why?
Ain't goin' to have"---- "Waal,--I kind o' thought I'd do it odd times night an' mornin.'-- kind o' odd times"---- He seemed oddly confused about it, and the merchant looked after him anxiously as he drove away.
After supper that night he went out to the barn, and Mrs.Ripley heard him sawing and hammering.