But we must wait patiently." "It's a downright shame, ma'am, so it is!" said Hannah, "and I wonder you take it so quietly.

If it was my kettle, and I wanted it, I reckon I'd have it too quick.

Only just say the word, ma'am, and I will get it for you if I have to take it off of the fire." "Oh no, no, no, not for the world, Hannah!" replied Aunt Mary, to her indignant help.

"We will try and wait for her, though it is a little hard to have one's things always a-going, and never to be able to put your hands on them when you want them." All the next day Aunt Mary suffered the jars of fermenting preserves to remain on the kitchen table.

Every time her eye rested upon them, unkind thoughts would arise in her mind against her neighbour, Mrs.
Tompkins, but she used her best efforts to suppress them.