I wonder you don't take pattern by your sister Deane; she's far more sensible.

And here you've got two children to provide for, and your husband's spent your fortin i' going to law, and's likely to spend his own too.

A boiled joint, as you could make broth of for the kitchen," Mrs.Glegg added, in a tone of emphatic protest, "and a plain pudding, with a spoonful o' sugar, and no spice, 'ud be far more becoming." With sister Glegg in this humor, there was a cheerful prospect for the day.

Mrs.Tulliver never went the length of quarrelling with her, any more than a water-fowl that puts out its leg in a deprecating manner can be said to quarrel with a boy who throws stones.

But this point of the dinner was a tender one, and not at all new, so that Mrs.Tulliver could make the same answer she had often made before.
"Mr.Tulliver says he always _will_ have a good dinner for his friends while he can pay for it," she said; "and he's a right to do as he likes in his own house, sister." "Well, Bessy, _I_ can't leave your children enough out o' my savings to keep 'em from ruin.