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 So now," I sez, "apolergise! I've beat you fair an' square! You left it there!"

Fer 'arf a mo she pets young Bill, an' would'nt meet me eye. Thinkin' she wus—I knew she wus. An' then she lets it fly: "If you 'ad cut that wood," she sez, "an I implored you to, There wouldn't be no need for me to 'ave sich things to do!, It ain't right fer a woman..." "'Ere!" I sez, "Now I don't care 'Oo left it there!"

"Uv course you don't!" she gits me back. "You never care a bit! An' it ain't right fer a woman to 'ave kin'lin' wood to split; While there's a man about the 'ouse!" I sees the tears is near, An' pats 'er 'air. "Now, let it drop," I sez. "Don't worry, dear." "'Ow can I let it drop?" she sobs. "You said you didn't care 'Oo left it there."