I've got a son who never went right; and it's no comfort to me, upon my word.

If you were to see the bills and the letters I receive! but I don't carry my grievances to my neighbours.

I should think, Fleming, you'd do best, if it's advice you're seeking, to keep it quiet.

Don't make a noise about it.

Neighbours' gossip I find pretty well the worst thing a man has to bear, who's unfortunate enough to own children." The farmer bowed his head with that bitter humbleness which characterized his reception of the dealings of Providence toward him.
"My neighbours 'll soon be none at all," he said.