If you ca n't keep your stock from being a nuisance to other people you ought not to try to run a farm at all . '' Then did Mrs. Hayden sit down upon the doorstep and burst into tears . Harrington felt , as Sarah King would have expressed it , `` every which way at once . '' Here was a nice mess ! What a nuisance women were -- worse than the pigs ! `` Oh , do n't cry , Mrs. Hayden , '' he said awkwardly . `` I did n't mean -- well , I suppose I spoke too strongly . Of course I know you did n't mean to let the pigs in . There , do stop crying ! I beg your pardon if I 've hurt your feelings . '' `` Oh , it is n't that , '' sobbed Mrs. Hayden , wiping away her tears . `` It 's only -- I 've tried so hard -- and everything seems to go wrong . I make such mistakes . As for your garden , sir . I 'll pay for the damage my pigs have done if you 'll let me know what it comes to . '' She sobbed again and caught her breath like a grieved child . Harrington felt like a brute . He had a queer notion that if he put his arm around her and told her not to worry over things women were not created to attend to he would be expressing his feelings better than in any other way . But of course he could n't do that . Instead , he muttered that the damage did n't amount to much after all , and he hoped she would n't mind what he said , and then he got himself away and strode through the orchard like a man in a desperate hurry .
Mordecai had gone home and the pigs were not to be seen , but a chubby little face peeped XXXXX him from between two scrub , bloom-white cherry trees .
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