Mary could not help looking at the odd little priestess of humanity with something like admiration.

While she had been thinking about herself, Mrs.Seal had thought of nothing but her vision.
"You mustn't wear yourself out, Sally, if you want to see the great day," she said, rising and trying to take a plate of biscuits from Mrs.
Seal's hands.
"My dear child, what else is my old body good for ?" she exclaimed, clinging more tightly than before to her plate of biscuits.

"Shouldn't I be proud to give everything I have to the cause ?--for I'm not an intelligence like you.

There were domestic circumstances--I'd like to tell you one of these days--so I say foolish things.

I lose my head, you know.