I've got to respectin' her grief, and I can't get over it.

Go home and tell your ma, honey, and ask her nice and kind to help you.

If she won't, then you got to swallow that little lump of pride in your neck, and come to Aunt Maggie, like you been a-coming all your life." "I'll ask mother, but I can't take your money, Uncle Wesley, indeed I can't.

I'll wait a year, and earn some, and enter next year." "There's one thing you don't consider, Elnora," said the man earnestly.
"And that's what you are to Maggie.

She's a little like your ma.