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`` Perhaps they do , but I was never the ordinary kind of woman ; my mother always said I was sort of one by meself , and she was right . When Mrs. Burton was staying here , with them two blessed babies , I used to marvel how she could laugh and carry on as she did , while the hungry sea as drowned her husband rocked at the very door of the house . Now , if it had been me , and my husband lay somewhere out there under the grey , heaving water , I could not have sung and danced and played hop-scotch , blindman 's buff , and things of that sort , the same as she did . '' Katherine 's lips took on a scornful curl , and there was an indignant light in her eyes as she retorted : `` No , I expect if Mr. M'Crawney died you would wear crape a yard deep all round your frocks , and talk morning , noon , and night of how much you loved him . But I am quite sure that he would love you a great deal more if you took the trouble to give him tidy rooms and well-cooked meals . If I were a man I should just hate a woman who treated me as badly as you treat Mr. M'Crawney . '' `` Hooray , you 've got it now , and no mistake , old woman ! ''