you did, you'd be miserable, and so of course I would be too, and—"
Just then Bess's Father called her, and she had to run away,—and I didn't even get up when she went.
I sat there and kept on whittling for quite a while, until I got the cleat done, and then I climbed up and nailed it in place; and all the time I could feel that my jaws were set and my chin hard and that there was a deep wrinkle between my eyes,—and I knew that I had the making of about the ugliest streak 1'd ever had in my life. And so I went to work. I can always work when I have that sort of a streak; for I feel dogged and glum, and I keep right at a thing until I get it done, and it has to be done right, too. I did a lot of little odd jobs about the yard, and then went in to dinner.
I went in cross and sat down to the table with my lips pressed tight and my brows close together.
When Dad came in, he was in a fine humor. He had had a good morning at the store;—Mrs. Vickery had bought the piano she'd been looking at for six months; and there were two weddings in sight, so there was a lot of silver and such stuff
