In this passage, Zeena and Ethan are a married couple. Mattie is a young woman, a relative of Zeenaâs, who lives with them. This passage takes palace just after Zeena has returned from a journey.
Zeena came back into the room, her lips twitching with anger, a flush of excitement on her sallow face. The shawl had slipped from her shoulders and was dragging at her down-trodden heels, and in her hands she carried the fragments of 5 the red glass pickle-dish.
âIâd like to know who done this,â she said, looking sternly from Ethan to Mattie.
There was no answer, and she continued in a trembling voice: âIt takes the stepladder to get at the top shelf, and I put Aunt 10 Philura Mapleâs pickle-dish up there oâ purpose when we was married, and itâs never been down since, âcept for the spring cleaning, and then I always lifted it with my own hands, soâs ât shouldnât get broke.â She laid the fragments reverently on the table. âI want to know who done this,â she quavered.
15 At the challenge Ethan turned back into the room and faced her. âI can tell you, then. The cat done it.â
She looked at him hard, and then turned her eyes to Mattie, who was carrying the dish-pan to the table.
âIâd like to know how the cat got into my china-closet,â she
âChasinâ mice, I guess,â Ethan rejoined. âThere was a mouse round the kitchen all last evening.â
Zeena continued to look from one to the other; then she emitted her small strange laugh. âI knew the cat was a smart 25 cat,â she said in a high voice, âbut I didnât know he was smart enough to pick up the pieces of my pickle-dish and lay âem edge to edge on the very shelf he knocked âem off of.â
Mattie suddenly drew her arms out of the steaming water. âIt wasnât Ethanâs fault, Zeena! The cat did break the dish; but I
30 got it down from the china-closet, and Iâm the one to blame for its getting broken.â
Zeena stood beside the ruin of her treasure, stiffening into a stony image of resentment, âYou got down my pickle-dishâwhat for?â
35 A bright flush flew to Mattieâs cheeks. âI wanted to make the supper-table pretty,â she said.
âYou wanted to make the supper-table pretty; and you waited till my back was turned, and took the thing I set most store by of anything Iâve got, and wouldnât never use it, not even when 40 the minister come to dinner, or Aunt Martha Pierce come over from Bettsbridgeââ Zeena paused with a gasp, as if terrified by her own evocation of the sacrilege. âYouâre a bad girl, Mattie Silver, and I always known it. I was warned of it when I took you, and I tried to keep my things where you
45 couldnât get âemâand now youâve took from me the one I cared for most of allââ
Adapted from Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome.