Or no, I'll bring it round to you." The two men parted with a silent pressure of the hand that meant more than any words.
When Mr.Pill told his wife that he could preach no more, she cried, and gasped, and scolded till she was in danger of losing her breath entirely.

"A guinea-hen sort of a woman" Councill called her.

"She can talk more an' say less'n any woman I ever see," was Bacon's verdict, after she had been at dinner at his house.

She was a perpetual irritant.
Mr.Pill silenced her at last with a note of impatience approaching a threat, and he drove away to the Corners to make his confession without her.

It was Saturday night, and Elder Wheat was preaching as he entered the crowded room.