You don't take care of yourself: I told you how it 'ud be when you came in with those wringin' things on, on Thursday night." "They've found out about me at the school," gasped Lotty, with a despairing look, "and Ida's got sent away." "She has?
Well, never mind, you can find another, I suppose.

I can't see myself what she wants with so much schoolin', but I suppose you know best about your own affairs." "Oh, I feel that bad! If I get over this, I'll give it up--God help me, I will! I'll get my living honest, if there's any way.

I never felt so bad as I do now." "Pooh!" exclaimed the woman.

"Wait a bit till you get rid of your sore throat, and you'll think different.

Poorly people gets all sorts o' fancies.