The exchange was soon made; they sped away, and I placed the mulberries upon the thwart beside her.
"I am not hungry," she said coldly.

"Take them away." I bit my lip, and returned to my place at the tiller.

This rose was set with thorns, and already I felt their sting.

Presently she leaned back in the nest I had made for her.

"I wish to sleep," she said haughtily, and, turning her face from me, pillowed her head upon her arms.
I sat, bent forward, the tiller in my hand, and stared at my wife in some consternation.