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That was the Rutherford temper . Also , when they tried to teach her to cook , it was the Rutherford temper that broke the dishes . Colonel Morrison once told us that when the Princess thought it was time to give a party , the neighbours could see the Rutherford temper begin wig-wagging at the world through the Princess 's proud head , and there was nothing for her father to do but to kill the chickens , run errands all day to the grocery store , and sit in the cellar freezing cream , and then go to the barn at night to smoke . It was known in the neighbourhood that the Princess dragged her shoestrings until noon , and that her bed was never in the memory of woman made up in the daytime . We are Yankees in our town , and these things made more talk to the girl 's discredit than the story that she was keeping company with Red Martin ! But we at the office saw in the proud creature that passed our window so grandly nothing to indicate her real self . The year that Red Martin came back to town the Princess used to turn into Main Street in an afternoon , wearing the big black hat that cost her father a week 's hard work , looking as sweet as a jug of sorghum and as smiling as a basket of chips .