"You go too fast," she laughed, gasping for
breath.
"And you're not steady. You jerk."
"But this was a fine straight row. I can steer it just right when you
don't push too hard. Now--back."
They always had a great deal of fun cutting the grass. Ernestine used to
wish the grass had to be cut every day.
But Karl did not seem to be enjoying it as much as usual to-day. "I'm
going to desert you," he said, after a little while.
"Lazy man!"
"Yes--lazy good for nothing man--leaves all the work for his wife."
She looked at him sharply. His voice sounded very tired. "I'll be in in
just a few minutes, dear," she said.
She did not go with him. She knew Karl liked to find his own way just as
much as he could. She understood far too well to do any unnecessary
"helping."
But she stood there and looked after him--watched him with deep pain in
her eyes. He stooped a little, and of course he walked slowly, and
uncertainly. All that happy spring and assurance had gone from his walk.
She walked down to the rear of the yard, stood there leaning against the
back fence.
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