"I kept the dress under the buffalo-robe, an' that ain't hurt any." Deborah waxed quite angry, when she proudly shook out the soft gleaming crimson lengths of thibet, because Rebecca showed so little interest in it.

"You don't deserve to have a new dress; you act like a stick of wood," she said.
Rebecca made no reply.

Presently, when she had gone out of the room for something, Caleb said, anxiously, "I guess she don't feel quite so well as common to-night." "I'm gettin' most out of patience; I dunno what ails her.

I'm goin' to have the doctor if this keeps on," returned Deborah.
Ephraim, sucking a stick of candy brought to him from Bolton, cast a strange glance at his mother--a glance compounded of shrewdness and terror; but she did not see it.
It snowed hard all night; in the morning the snow was quite deep, and there was no appearance of clearing.

As soon as the breakfast dishes were put away, Deborah got out the crimson thibet.