I have to work.

There's some people seem to be able to git along without it." He drew in his breath quickly and with a hissing sound after every sentence.
"How are your folks ?" my aunt asked.
"So's to eat their allowance--there's never any trouble about that," said Mr.Grimshaw.

"I see you've got one o' these newfangled stoves," he added as he looked it over.

"Huh! Rich folks can have anything they want." Uncle Peabody had sat splintering the long stick of yellow birch.

I observed that the jackknife trembled in his hand.