I don't know what Bill may get for the hay: but I don't see much prospect of raisin' on't; and yet I don't worry.

Even if it's the Lord's will to have the place sold up and we be turned out in our old age, I don't seem to worry about it.

His will be done." There was a sound of rattling wheels at this moment, and anon there came a brush and flutter of garments, and Diana rushed in, all breezy with the freshness of out-door air, and caught Mrs.Pitkin in her arms and kissed her first and then the deacon with effusion.
"Here I come for Thanksgiving," she said, in a rich, clear tone, "and here," she added, drawing a roll of bills from her bosom, and putting it into the deacon's hand, "here's the interest money for this year.

I got it all myself, because I wanted to show you I could be good for something." "Thank you, dear daughter," said Mrs.Pitkin.

"I felt sure some way would be found and now I see _what_." She added, kissing Diana and patting her rosy cheek, "a very pleasant, pretty way it is, too." "I was afraid that Uncle Silas would worry and put himself back again about the interest money," said Diana.
"Well, daughter," said the Deacon, "it's a pity we should go through all we do in this world and not learn anything by it.