Wright all those years. Then, seeing the jar of fruit on the table she reached for it and choked out: "If I was you I wouldn't tell her her fruit was gone!
Hale," said the sheriff's wife. She kept her eye fixed on her husband, as if to keep him from saying unnecessary things that would go into that note-book and make trouble.Henderson said, coming out, that what was needed for the case was a motive. Peters, the big farmer woman who stood behind the sheriff's wife. Getting all stirred up over a little thing like a--dead canary. She was going to--what is it you call it, ladies? Hale stood examining the clothes the woman who was being detained in town had said she wanted. The small, lean face of the sheriff's wife seemed to have tightened up. Hale next spoke to her, it was gently: "Better loosen up your things, Mrs.
Again their eyes met. But she did not sit down. We left in such a hurry yesterday.
Funny thing to want, " she ventured in her nervous little way, "for there's not much to get you dirty in jail, goodness knows.
The men talked for a minute about what a good thing it was the sheriff had sent his deputy out that morning to make a fire for them, and then Sheriff Peters stepped back from the stove, unbuttoned his outer coat, and leaned his hands on the kitchen table in a way that seemed to mark the beginning of official business.Although Martha is a righteous woman, in this particular situation, she reacts differently. They say he was a good man. I got Harry in, and we went upstairs. And the reason it seemed she couldn't cross it now was simply because she hadn't crossed it before. The sheriff came up to the table. If there was some definite thing--something to show. Instantly her hand went to her nose. It's cold, ain't it? Peters, in just that same way.
We all go through the same things--it's all just a different kind of the same thing!