We have some molasses left." "You'll want a little dried meat, or a herring, or something to give you a relish, Mrs.Gaston.Dry bread is poor eating.

And you know you can't touch molasses." Half in sympathy did Mrs.Grubb utter this, and half as a dealer, desirous of selling her goods.
"Nothing more just now, I believe," the poor woman replied.

"I must be prudent, you know, and count over every cent." "But you'll make yourself sick, if you don't eat something more than you do.

So come now; treat yourself to a herring, or to a penny's worth of this sweet butter.

You'll feel all the better for it, and do more than enough work to pay the cost twice over." Mrs.Gaston's appetite was tempted.