But when one has lived all one's life with a snapping-turtle, one doesn't mind.

Julia did not mind.

She was curious to know what was the matter with her uncle, Andrew Anderson.

So she said: "I've heard that some false woman treated him cruelly; is that so ?" Julia did not see how red her mother's face was, for she was not regarding her.
"Who told you that ?" Julia was so used to hearing her mother speak in an excited way that she hardly noticed the strange tremor in this question.
"August." The symphony ceased in a moment.

The scrubbing-brush dropped in the pail of soapsuds.