Women have a deal better way o’managin’ that sooart o’ thing nor what men have.  Ther are times when we’re all brimful o’ summat, th’ steam’s up, an’ if we connot find a safety valve we shall brust.  Nah, a woman drives up to th’ elbows i’th’ weshin’ tub, or rives all th’ carpets up, or pools all th’ pots aght o’th’ cubboard an’ puts ’em back agean.  Shoo lets her tongue have full liberty, an’ what wi’ talkin’, an’ sweatin’, an’ scrub bin’, an’ brushin’, shoo finds hersen reight daan tired, an’ after a bit ov a wesh an’ snoddenin’ her toppin’, shoo sits daan to her knittin’ or sewin’, as cooil as a cucumber, an’ as ful o’ gooid natur as an egg’s ful o’ mait, an’ her een sparkle wi’ pleasure, like dewdrops sparkle on a rose in a summer’s mornin’.  But wi’ a chap it’s different, nine times aght o’ ten he flies to th’ ale pot, or else he begins growlin’ at hooam.  “Th’ tea’s hot,” or “th’ muffin’s cold,” or “th’ butter’s wor nor cart grease.”  “Th’ childer’s noisy,” or “th’ wife’s quiet,” an’ noa matter what’s done for him it’s all wrang.  Sometimes bi th’ way ov a change, he’ll pawse th’ table ower, an’ braik as mony pots as it’ll tak a gooid part ov a week’s wage to replace, an’ at last, after makin’ iverybody abaght him miserable, he’ll goa to bed lukin’ as black as a mule an’ sleep woll mornin’, when (unless he’s ova bad sooart) he’ll feel reight daan shamed ov hissel, an’ set to wark to put things reight agean.  Nah, Zantippa wor just i’ one o’ these moods; an’ shoo made th’ beds, coom daan stairs, an’ weshed all th’ pots, scaled th’ fire an’ took the ass aght, gave th’ hearthstun another dooas o’ idleback, scattered a bit ov fresh sand o’ th’ floor, an’ after weshin’ hersen, an’ donin’ a clean print dress, shoo laid th’ table ready for th’ teah, gate th’ kettle onto th’ rib, an’ sat daan wi’ her bag ful o’ worset an’ a heap o’ stockins, an’, as shoo luk’d raand shoo felt as pleased as Punch to see what a difference shoo’d been able ta mak in an haar or two.  “Aw’m nooan sooary ’at aw stopt at hooam,” shoo said to hersen.  “Aw know Dick’ll be suited when he sees all fettled up, an’ if aw get theas stockins done ta neet the’ll be aght o’th gate.  Aw wonder ha it wor ’at he tuk things sooa quietly this nooin; aw dooant think it’s reight when a chap’s been work in’ iver sin six o’clock ov a mornin’ for him to come hooam an’ find noa dinner ready.  Reight enuff, a woman’s plenty to do to follow her haase, an’ cook, an’ mend, but if ther wor noa wage comin’ in, ther’d be less cookin’ an’ moor mendin’, aw’ve a noation.  Aw’ve made up mi mind woll aw’ve been sidin’ up ’at aw’ll nut waste mi time as aw have done, talkin’ an’ gossippin’, for ther’s noa gooid comes on it, an’ altho’ aw want to keep thick wi’ mi neighbors, aw’m determined aw’ll chop that sooart o’ thing off at once; for my mother used to tell me, ’If ther were noa listeners, ther’d be noa taletellers;’ an’ th’ time ’at one spends is war nor wasted, for it oft leads ta ‘fendin’ an’ provin’,