For the first time in her married life she wanted to tell her mother.

When Wesley had waited until he was so hungry he could wait no longer he invaded the kitchen to find a cooked supper baking on the back of the stove, while Margaret with red eyes nursed a pair of demoralized white kittens.
"Is supper ready ?" he asked.
"It has been for an hour," answered Margaret.
"Why didn't you call us ?" That "us" had too much comradeship in it.

It irritated Margaret.
"I supposed it would take you even longer than this to fix things decent again.

As for my turkey, and my poor little kittens, they don't matter." "I am mighty sorry about them, Margaret, you know that.

Billy is very bright, and he will soon learn----" "Soon learn!" cried Margaret.