\"YOU，\"saidBrookspromptly。\"You\'reallstandinghere，croakinglikecrows，thisfinemorning。IpassedYOURfarm，Johnson，notanhourago；thewheatjustclimbingoutoftheblackadobemudasthickasrowsofpinsonpaper——whathaveYOUtogrumbleat？IsawYOURstock，Briggs，overonTwo-MileBottom，waddlingalong，fatastheadobetheywerestickingin，theircoatsshininglikefreshpaint——what\'sthematterwithYOU？And，\"turningtotheproprietor，\"there\'sYOURshed，Saunders，overonthecreek，justburstingwithlastyear\'sgrainthatyouknowhasgoneuptwohundredpercent。sinceyouboughtitatabargain——whatareYOU
growlingat？It\'senoughtoprovokeafireorafaminetohearyougroaning——andtakecareitdon\'t，someday，asalessontoyou。\"
Allthiswassoperfectlytrueoftheprosperousburghersthattheycouldnotforamomentreply。ButBriggshadrecoursetowhathebelievedtobearetaliatorytaunt。
\"Iheardyou\'vebeenaskin\'WidowWadetocometoyourdance，\"hesaid，withawinkattheothers。\"Ofcourseshesaid\'Yes。\'\"
\"Ofcourseshedid，\"returnedBrookscoolly。\"I\'vejustgothernote。\"