`` Mrs. Hayden , those pigs of yours have been in my garden again . I simply ca n't put up with this any longer . Why in the name of reason do n't you look after your animals better ? If I find them in again I 'll set my dog on them , I give you fair warning . '' A faint colour had crept into Mary Hayden 's soft , milky-white cheeks during this tirade , and her voice trembled as she said , `` I 'm very sorry , Mr. Harrington . I suppose Bobbles forgot to shut the gate of their pen again this morning . He is so forgetful . '' `` I 'd lengthen his memory , then , if I were you , '' returned Harrington grimly , supposing that Bobbles was the hired man . `` I 'm not going to have my garden ruined just because he happens to be forgetful . I am speaking my mind plainly , madam . 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 XXXXX , '' sobbed Mrs. Hayden , wiping away her tears .
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