You see, we was both sot on eatin' supper with you tonight, no matter store or not, and Isaiah, he was just as sot as we was.

But all to once Zoeth had an idea.

'Shadrach,' he says, 'in Scriptur' times when people was real happy, same as we are now, they used to make a sacrifice to the Almighty to show how glad and grateful they was.

Let's you and me make a sacrifice; let's sacrifice this evenin's trade--let's shut up the store on account of our girl's comin' home.' 'Good idea!' says I, so we did it." Mary looked at him reproachfully.
"Oh, Uncle Shad," she said, "you shouldn't have done that.

It was dear and sweet of you to think of it, but you shouldn't have done it.