We will not strive nor cry, my child.

Oh, no!" And Mrs.Harvey began fussing over the smashed pie-dish.
"I shall not strive nor cry, mother," said Grace, who had recovered her usual calm: "but he must have some cause for these strange words.
Do you recollect seeing me with the belt ?" "Belt, what's a belt?
I know nothing about belts.

I tell you he's a villain, and a slanderer.

Oh, that it should have come to this, to have my child's fair fame blasted by a wretch that comes nobody knows where from, and has been doing nobody knows what, for aught I know!" "Mother, mother! we know no harm of him.

If he is mistaken, God forgive him!" "If he is mistaken ?" went on Mrs.Harvey, still over the pie-dish: but Grace gave her no answer.
She was deep in thought.