She's some cross, I guess, and has two warts on her nose.
There was more, quite a lot more, said.

But I've forgotten the rest.
Besides, they weren't talking to me then, anyway.

So I picked up my thread and slipped out of the store, glad to escape.

But, as I said before, I didn't find many like them.
Of course I know now--what divorce is, I mean.

And it's all settled.
They granted us some kind of a decree or degree, and we're going to Boston next Monday.
It's been awful, though--this last year.