Sometimes she indulged an angry jealousy, and then tried to persuade herself it was illogical.
"Then why give yourself another task by building the bridge ?" she asked.
"I tried to explain that.

I can get the thing done with less trouble when the creek is nearly dry, and if we had to use the ford when hauling out the grain, it would mean starting with a light load or keeping a team of horses there.

When I've built the bridge and graded back the road we can take the full number of bags across, and that makes for economy.

It looks as if I'll have to be severely economical soon." Helen colored.

She thought he did not mean to vex her, but he had ventured on dangerous ground.
"You know that what is mine is yours," she said.
"In a way, it is, but I put all my capital into the stock and crop, and must try to get it back.