She offered me fifteen dollars for it, and I accepted." Rachel sat down in a rocking-chair, and began straightway to show signs of great depression of spirits.
"Life's full of disappointments!" she groaned.

"Our paths is continually beset by 'em.

There's that sofa.

It's so pleasant to have one in the house when a body's sick.

But, there, it's gone, and if I happen to get down, as most likely I shall, for I've got a bad feeling in my stummick this very minute, I shall have to go upstairs, and most likely catch my death of cold, and that will be the end of me." "Not so bad as that, I hope," said Mrs.Harding, cheerfully.