morning, noon
She did not much blame Jan for taking at last , what many husbands would have taken at first , but she was angry enough at his general unkindness to Margaret . Yet it was not without many forebodings of evil she saw Peter store away in an empty barn all the pretty furniture of Margaret 's house , and put the key of the deserted house in his pocket . `` And I am so miserable ! '' wailed the wretched wife , morning , noon , and night . Her money and her husband supplied her with perpetual lamentations , varied only by pitiful defenses of her own conduct : `` My house was ever clean and comfortable ! No man 's table was better served ! I was never idle !