"But if you think all of a sudden that manners are so essential, why didn't you hammer some into me when you had the whip hand and could do what you pleased?
You didn't find any fault with my manners, then." "How of all the world was I to know that you'd grow up and go in for doctorin'?
I s'pos'd then you'd take the farm an' run it like your pa did, stead of forcin' me to sell it off by inches to live, an' then you wastin' half the money." "Go it, Mother," said George Holt, rudely.

"Tell all you know, and then piece out with anything you can think of that you don't." Mrs.Holt's face flushed crimson.

She looked at Kate and said vindictively: "If you want any comfort in life, never marry and bring a son inter the world.

You kin humour him, and cook for him, an work your hands to the bone fur him, and sell your land, and spend all you can raise educatin' him for half a dozen things, an' him never stickin to none or payin' back a cent, but sass in your old age--" "Go it, Mother, you're doing fine!" said George.

"If you keep on Miss Bates will want to change her boarding place before morning." "It will not be wholly your mother's fault, if I do," said Kate.