The goodness and glory of God was in the very air, the bitterness and oppression of man in every line of her face.
But her quiet was broken by Sadie, who came leaping like a fawn down through the grass.
"O ma, Aunt Maria and Uncle William are coming.

They've jest turned in." "I don't care if they be!" she answered in the same dully-irritated way.
"What're they comin' here to-day for, I wan' to know." She stayed there immovably, till Mrs.Councill came down to see her, piloted by two or three of the children.

Mrs.Councill, a jolly, large-framed woman, smiled brightly, and greeted her in a loud, jovial voice.

She made the mistake of taking the whole matter lightly; her tone amounted to ridicule.
"Sim says you've been having a tantrum, Creeshy.

Don't know what for, he says." "He don't," said the wife, with a sullen flash in her eyes." _He_ don't know why! Well, then, you just tell him what I say.