As this gradually subsided, she applied herself with patient assiduity to her task, which was not finished before twelve o'clock that night, when she laid herself down with little Emma in her arms, and soon lost all care and trouble in profound sleep.
Hasty pudding and molasses composed the morning meal for all.

After breakfast, Mrs.Gaston took the two jackets, which had been out now five days to the shop.
"Why, bless me, Mrs.Gaston, I thought you had run off with them jackets!" was Michael's coarse salutation as she came in.

The poor, heart-oppressed seamstress could not trust herself to reply, but laid her work upon the counter in silence.

Berlaps, seeing her, came forward.
"These kind of doings will never answer, madam!" he said angrily.

"I could have sold both jackets ten times over, if they'd been here three days ago, as by rights they ought to have been.