Caleb dropped a pared apple noisily into the pan.
"You'll dent that pan, father, if you fling the apples in that way," said Deborah.

She had a thick silver spoon, and she measured out a dose of the medicine for Ephraim.

She approached him, extending the spoon carefully.

"Open your mouth," commanded she.
"Oh, mother, I don't want to take it!" "Open your mouth!" "Oh, mother--I don't--want to--ta-ke it!" "Now, sonny, I wouldn't mind takin' of it.

It's real good medicine that the doctor left you, an' father's payin' consid'able for it.