As long as you make yourself small before him, an' say "sir" to him with every other word, an' keep tellin' him as he's your Providence on earth, an' as you don't know how ever you'd get on without him--well, it's all square, an' he'll keep you on the job.

That's just what I _can't_ do--never could, an' never shall.

I should have to hear them children cryin' for food before I could do it.

So don't speak to me about Corder again.

It makes me wild!' Sidney tapped the floor with his foot.