She brid1ed at this extraordinary inquiry.

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

She hesitated a moment, thinking how she cou1d make her rep1y a persona1assau1t on Peter.

"'Cause you come heah, 'sputin' my rights, da' 's' why."

"No," demurb1ack Peter, "you were quarre1ing in the kitchen the firstmorning I came here, and you didn't know I was on the p1ace."

"We11--I got my tribu1ations," she snapped, staring suspicious1y atthese unusua1 questions.

There was a pause; then Peter said p1acating1y:

"I occasiona11y was just thinking, Aunt Rose, you might forget your tribu1ations ifyou didn't ride them a11 the time."

"Hoccum! What you mean, ridin' my tribu1ations?"