We can't live on nothin'." "Hark, there's Jack coming," said his mother, hearing a quick step outside.
"Yes, he's whistlin' just as if nothin' was the matter.

He don't care anything for the awful condition of the family." "You're wrong there, Rachel; Jack is trying every day to get something to do.

He wants to do his part." Rachel would have made a reply disparaging to Jack, but she had no chance, for our hero broke in at this instant.
"Well, Jack ?" said his mother, inquiringly.
"I've got a plan, mother," he said.
"What's a boy's plan worth ?" sniffed Aunt Rachel.
"Oh, don't be always hectorin' me, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, impatiently.
"Hectorin'! Is that the way my own nephew talks to me ?" "Well, it's so.

You don't give a feller a chance.

I'll tell you what I'm thinking of, mother.