After supper he came and sat on the porch beside her.
"Kate," he said, "as usual you are 'making mountains out of mole hills.' It doesn't damn a fellow forever to ride or walk, I almost always walk, into town in the evening, to see the papers and have a little visit with the boys.

Work all day in a field is mighty lonesome; a man has got the have a little change.

I don't deny a glass of beer once in awhile, or a game of cards with the boys occasionally; but if you have lived with me over five years here, and never suspected it before, it can't be so desperately bad, can it?
Come now, be fair!" "It's no difference whether I am fair or unfair," Kate said, wearily.
"It explains why you simply will not brace up, and be a real man, and do a man's work in the world, and achieve a man's success." "Who can get anywhere, splitting everything in halves ?" he demanded.
"The most successful men in this neighbourhood got their start exactly that way," she said.
"Ah, well, farming ain't my job, anyway," he said.

"I always did hate it.

I always will.