They are too good for the thatching of houses--they are good enough for the furniture.

But I won't tell.

Let me look at your hands--your poor hands!" He had a kindly manner of a quietly severe tone; and when she seemed reluctant to show her hands, he took hold of one and examined it as if it were his own.

Her fingers were blistered.
"They'll get harder in time," she said.

"For if father continues ill, I shall have to go on wi' it.