Nellie was doin' the drivin', of course, and her mother was tellin' her how, as usual.

I don't wonder that girl is such a meek, soft-spoken kind of thing.

Between her pa's bullyin' and her ma's tongue, it's a wonder she's got any spirit left.

It would be a mercy if George Taylor should marry her and take her out of that house.

Matildy had a new book on Spiritu'lism and she was figgerin' to read some of it out loud to Comfort, but I headed her off.