As far as I am concerned, I can tell them, one and all, that I am not going to pick out every hard word from a sentence as carefully as I would seeds from a raisin.

Let them crack them with their teeth, if they are afraid to swallow them whole." Now, for all that aunt Rachel went on after this strain, she was a kind, good soul, in the main, and I could see, was sorry for having hurt the feelings of Mary Lane.

But she didn't like to acknowledge that she was in the wrong; that would detract too much from the self-complacency with which she regarded herself.

Knowing her character very well, I thought it best not to continue the little argument about the importance of words, and so changed the subject.
But, every now and then, aunt Rachel would return to it, each time softening a little towards Mary.

At last she said: "I'm sure it was a little thing.