I don't care for past things.

I've done things 'fore now I's 'shamed of.
She's good enough for me, any how." One more glance about the premises to be sure Pete was away.
The next Saturday night brought Jim to the hovel again.

The cold was fast coming to tarry its apportioned time.

Mag was nearly despairing of meeting its rigor.
"How's the wood, Mag ?" asked Jim.
"All gone; and no more to cut, any how," was the reply.
"Too bad!" Jim said.

His truthful reply would have been, I'm glad.
"Anything to eat in the house ?" continued he.
"No," replied Mag.
"Too bad!" again, orally, with the same INWARD gratulation as before.
"Well, Mag," said Jim, after a short pause, "you's down low enough.