Her face was long and thin, and, as Jack expressed it, she looked as if she hadn't a friend in the world.

Her voice harmonized with her mournful expression, and was equally doleful.
"I wonder why Jack don't come home ?" said Mrs.Harding, looking at the clock.

"He's generally here at this time." "Perhaps somethin's happened," suggested her sister-in-law.
"What do you mean, Rachel ?" "I was reading in the _Sun_ this morning about a boy being run over out West somewhere." "You don't think Jack has been run over!" "Who knows ?" said Rachel, gloomily.

"You know how careless boys are, and Jack's very careless." "I don't see how you can look for such things, Rachel." "Accidents are always happening; you know that yourself, Martha.

I don't say Jack's run over.