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Stickles had left the wash-tub now and was standing before her visitor. Anger was expressed in her every movement. "An' do ye tell me!" she demanded, "that yer husband signed that paper?" "W-what else was there to do?" and Mrs. McKrigger dropped her knitting and shrank back from the irate form before her. "How could he help it?" "Betsy McKrigger, I never thought ye'd come to this. Help it!
Stickles as she wiped her hands upon her apron and offered a chair to her visitor, Betsy McKrigger. "I'm rale glad to see ye, nevertheless," she continued, "fer it's been a month of Sundays sense I sot eyes on ye last. How've ye been? An' yer old man, is he well?" "Only fairly," replied Mrs. McKrigger, laying aside her bonnet and shawl, and taking the proffered chair.
Scarcely had Mrs. Stickles ended, ere bells were heard outside. "Why, I declare, if Abraham ain't back already!" exclaimed Mrs. McKrigger, rising to her feet and donning her hat and wraps. "He's made a quick trip. I'm very grateful, indeed I am, fer the cup of tea an' the pleasant time I've had. Ye must come to see me as soon as ye kin." Mrs.
But let a man stay at hum in a parish like Glendow, an' no one hears of his doin's, cause they don't want to." "My! ye didn't say all that?" exclaimed Mrs. McKrigger, "an' to a rale live missionary, too." "Them's the exact words I said, an' them ain't all," rattled on Mrs. Stickles. "I had me tongue on 'im then, an' it did me good to see his face.
I'm jist waitin' to run agin Farrington meself, an' then we'll see who'll hev palputation of the heart. It'll not be me, I reckon." "It's very true what ye say," replied Mrs. McKrigger, bringing forth her knitting, "but when ye owe the man a bill at the store, an' heven't the money to pay, it makes a big difference." "So he's been at you, has he?
Next she brought forth some large frosted doughnuts, and after she had poured a cup of tea for Mrs. McKrigger and one for herself she sat down upon an old splint-bottomed chair. "Did I ever tell ye the conversation I had with Mr. Dale, that missionary from Africy?" she at length asked. "No, I never heerd it," came the reply. "Well, that's queer, an' it happened only last summer, too.
"Ye needn't make sich a fuss about the matter," and Mrs. McKrigger bristled up a bit. "It's a purty serious thing when yer whole livin's in the fryin'-pan." "Livin', livin'! Where does yer livin' come from anyway, Mrs. McKrigger? Doesn't the Lord send it? I reckon He'll look after us. Didn't He tend to old 'Lijah when he done his duty. Didn't the ravens feed 'im?
McKrigger, "but what about the young people, an' the older ones fer all that, who won't pick up the shavin's? Farrington sez we want a poplar young man who kin speak without any preparation, like Mr. Dale, the missionary who was here last summer.
McKrigger had told her about Farrington and the petition, "d'ye think you an' Ruthie will mind if me an' Sammy go into the shore this afternoon with old Queen?" "Why no, dear," was the reply. "But don't ye think the roads are too bad, an' besides, what are ye thinkin' of?" "I don't mind the roads, John. They're purty well smashed down by now, an' Queen's very stidy.
"What! ye didn't say anything hard, I hope?" interrupted Mrs. McKrigger. "Only the plain truth; jist what he needed. Ye see, me an' John was axed into the Rectory afterwards to meet the missionary an' hev a cup of tea. Mr. Dale did most of the talkin', an' told us a hull lot more about his experiences in Africy. But somehow he rubbed me the wrong way.
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