well as he did men—and better, too, his wife bein' a woman. Well, I see in a minute that Elinor looked bad, holler-eyed, pale, wan, and some stoopin' in the shoulders (but of that more anon). Well, they hurried round and got a good supper. Fidelia is a splendid cook and duz all the cookin', for Alcander likes her cookin' better than he duz anybody else's; and Fidelia, bein' so anxious to please him, duz it all, every mite; and he thinks that Fidelia duz up his shirt bosoms better, and so she irons all the fine clothes; and Alcander finds a sight of fault if the house hain't kep' jest so; and, Minnie not bein' a nateral housekeeper, Fidelia jest slaves round all the time, cleanin' and pickin' up, and looks fagged out and tired and worn all the time, and the hired girl pert and rosy; and Alcander paid her a compliment on her good looks, and wished right before me that Fidelia could look more like Minnie, and Minnie bridled up and looked tickled, and Fidelia's head drooped like a droopin' dove's. And I don't know when I have been madder, both as a friend and as a woman.
And I spoke right up, and sez, "Mebby if Minnie had been in the kitchen over a hot stove, and br'iled the steak and creamed the potatoes and made the coffee, and if Fidelia had been out on the piazza part of the time, mebby she would have looked more fresh." I had seen Minnie there half of the time she wuz a-settin' the table, a-leanin' over the railin', actin' lazy and uppish.
"But," sez Alcander coolly, "Fidelia prefers to do the cookin'."
"Yes," sez Fidelia faintly—for she wuz wore out—"yes, I prefer to."
"Well," sez I, "if you do, it is the least we can do, who enjoys your delicious supper, to be thankful to you,
