It wuz on a Monday that I had my worst trial with him about that
Equinomical Counsel, as I remember well. And though I didn't tell Krit
any of my worst tribulations with him, still, oh, how vivid they did
come back to me, as I sot there alone, and a-seamin' two and two!

As I say, it wuz on a Monday morning. The two children had invited their
Pa and me to visit a good deal durin' the week before, and I had got
kind a behindhand with my work.

And then I had felt so kinder mauger for a few days, that Josiah
insisted that I should git a young girl in the neighborhood to help me
for a few days, Philury and Ury bein' away on a visit to some relations.

Wall, that day I had washin', bakin', churnin', and some fruit cake to
make.

It fairly made me ache to think on't, the numbers and amounts of the
work that pressed onto me, and nobody but that young girl to help me.
And she that took up with her bo, Almanzo Hagidone, that she wuz in a
forgitful state more'n half the time, and liable to carry a armful of
wood meant for the kitchen stove into the parlor, and put it end first
onto the what-not, or pump water into Josiah's hat instead of the
water-pail.

I tried to instil some common sense into her head, but her hair wuz
bound up that tight with curl papers that nothin' could git past that
ambuscade, so it would seem, but jest the image and the idee of Almanzo
Hagidone.