There's the two of our own we can't ever do anything for.

Don't you get the idea into your head that a fool thing you call pride is going to cut us out of all the pleasure we have in life beside ourselves." "Uncle Wesley, you are a dear," said Elnora.

"Just a dear! If I can't possibly get that money any way else on earth, I'll come and borrow it of you, and then I'll pay it back if I must dig ferns from the swamp and sell them from door to door in the city.

I'll even plant them, so that they will be sure to come up in the spring.

I have been sort of panic stricken all day and couldn't think.