Bubb's household; he argued that it might do her
good, and that in any case some such demonstration was called for by
her outrageous temper. If Polly could not get on with people who
were sincerely her friends and had always wished her well, let her
go elsewhere and exercise her ill-humour on strangers. Gammon did
not believe that she would go; day after day he expected to hear
that the quarrel was made up, and that Polly had cleared her
reputation by a few plain words.
But this was the last day save one of Polly's week, and as yet she
had given no sign. On coming down into the kitchen to discuss his
fried eggs and bacon he saw at once that Mrs. Bubb was seriously
perturbed; with huffings and cuffings--a most unusual thing--she had
just despatched her children to school, and was now in conflict with
Moggie about a broken pie-dish, which the guilty general had
concealed in the back-yard. A prudent man in the face of such
tempers, Gammon sat down without speaking, and fell to on the viands
which Mrs. Bubb--also silent--set before him.
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