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`` I never thought of it that way , '' said Amanda absently ; `` but perhaps it is . All I can say is , Caleb Kimball 's a regular thorn in my flesh . I ca n't do anything for him , an ' I ca n't forget him , right under foot as he is -- his land joinin ' mine . Mornin ' , noon , an ' night for years I 've wanted to get into that man 's house an ' make it decent for him ; wanted to milk the cow the right time o ' day ; feed the horse ; weed the garden ; scrub the floor ; wash the windows ; black the stove . '' `` How you do go on , Mandy ! '' exclaimed Mrs. Benson . `` What diff ` rence does it make to you how dirty he is , so long 's you 're clean ? ''