"You know when you was sick last, you didn't want to use the sofa; you said it didn't lay comfortable.

Besides, I hope before you are sick we may be able to buy it back again." Aunt Rachel shook her head despondingly.
"There ain't any use in hoping that," she said.

"Timothy's got so much behindhand that he won't be able to get up again; I know he won't!" "But, if he only manages to find steady work soon, he will." "No, he won't," said Rachel, positively.

"I'm sure he won't.

There won't be any work before spring, and most likely not then." "You are too desponding, Aunt Rachel." "Enough to make me so.