"And now I'll get yez all some tea." "Oh, please don't trouble," said the Story Girl hastily.
"'Tain't any trouble," said Peg briskly; then, with one of the sudden changes to fierceness which made her such a terrifying personage, "Do yez think my vittels ain't clean ?" "Oh, no, no," cried Felicity quickly, before the Story Girl could speak, "none of us would ever think THAT.

Sara only meant she didn't want you to go to any bother on our account." "It ain't any bother," said Peg, mollified.

"I'm spry as a cricket this winter, though I have the realagy sometimes.

Many a good bite I've had in your ma's kitchen.

I owe yez a meal." No more protests were made.