I really believe it killed poor Jane.

She was consumptive and chilly, but always craving for fresh air; and granny never would have open windows, for fear of draughts on his bald head; and yet the girls had no fires in their room, because young people shouldn't be pampered." "And ye never-r offer-r-ed--neither of ye--to go in the stead of them ?" When Uncle Patrick rolls his R's in a discussion, my mother becomes nervous.
"One can't expect boys to consider things," she said.

"Boys will be boys, you know." "And what would you have 'em be ?" said my father.

Uncle Patrick turned to my mother.
"Too true, Geraldine.

Ye don't expect it.