"There's nothin' but sorrow and misfortune to be expected." "Have you met with any misfortune?
I thought fortune was smiling upon us all." "It'll never smile on me again," said Rachel, despondently.
Just then Jack, who had followed his aunt home, entered.
"Have you got home so quick, Aunt Rachel ?" he asked.

"How did you enjoy your walk ?" "I shall never enjoy anything again," said his aunt, gloomily.
"Why not ?" "Because there's nothing to enjoy." "I don't feel so, aunt.

I feel as merry as a cricket." "You won't be long.

Like as not you'll be took down with fever to-morrow, and maybe die." "I won't trouble myself about it till the time comes," said Jack.

"I expect to live to dance at your wedding yet, Aunt Rachel." This reference was too much.