Kenelm, dear, you must stay at work and help Mrs.Barnes around the house tomorrow.

You and I'll go to the Fair on Saturday.

I don't mind; I'd just as soon go twice as not." Kenelm sprang to his feet.

He was so angry that he stuttered.
"You--you--YOU don't care!" he shouted.

"'Cause you're goin' TWICE! That's a divil of a don't care, that is!" "Kenelm! My own brother! Cursin' and swearin'!" "I ain't, and--and I don't care if I be! What's the matter with you, Hannah Parker?
One minute you're sailin' into me tellin' me to heave up my job and not demean myself doin' odd jobs in a boardin'-house barn.
And the next minute you're tellin' me I ought to stay to home and--and help out that very boardin'-house.