It was well built, and will bear mending.

I couldn't say that of some of the shackling things they've been putting up around the village." When they entered the house it became more and more evident that the "shabby" days of the Morris mansion were numbered.

There were men at work in almost every room.
Ham's wedding-trip would surely give plenty of time, at that rate, for an immense amount of "mending;" and his house would be, as the widow had promised, "all ready for him on his return." There was nothing wonderful to Dabney in the idea of his mother going about and inspecting work, and finding fault, and giving directions.

He had never seen her do any thing else, and he had the greatest confidence in her knowledge and ability.

He noticed too, before they left the place, that the customary farm-work was going ahead with even more regularity and energy than if the owner himself had been present.
"Ham's farm'll look something like ours, one of these days," he said, "if things go on at this rate." "I mean it shall," replied his mother, a little sharply.