"One dollar and thirty-six cents, mother! Only think of it! But I won't jump so another day; I will take it easy." "I wish you would." "I will try very hard; but you can't think how happy I feel! Dear me! I am wasting my time, when I have to make the candy for to-morrow." "But, Katy, you must not do any more to-night.

You will certainly be sick." "I must make it, mother." "Your hands are very sore now." "They are better; and I don't feel tired a bit." "I will tell you what you may do, if you must make the candy to-night.
When you have got the molasses boiled, you may ask Mrs.Colvin, the washerwoman, to come in and pull it for you; for you are not strong enough to do it yourself." "I should not like to ask her.

She's a poor woman, and it would be just the same as begging to ask her to give me her work." "You don't understand me, Katy.

She goes out to work whenever she can get a chance.

Her price is ten cents an hour.