I don't know about her, though.

She is lovely, and handsome women usually want beautiful clothing, and a quantity of things that cost no end of money.

I may need all I can get, for her.

One never can tell." He arose to stir the sap and pour more from the barrels to the kettles before he began on the tag alder he had gathered.
"If it is all the same to you, I'll just keep on chewing spice brush while I work," he muttered.

"You are entirely too much of an astringent to suit my taste and you bring a cent less a pound.