"I can't set here all day; I've got to do something," she announced as she went.
When the door had closed after her, Mrs.Barnard turned to Charlotte.
"What's the matter with her ?" she asked, nodding towards the door.
"I don't know." "She ain't sick, is she?
I never see her act so.

Sylvy's generally just like a lamb.

You don't s'pose she's goin' to have a fever, do you ?" "I don't know." Suddenly Charlotte, who was still sitting at the table, put up her two hands with a despairing gesture, and bent her head forward upon them.
"Now don't, you poor child," said her mother, her eyes growing suddenly red.

"Didn't he even turn round when you called him back last night ?" Charlotte shook her bowed head dumbly.
"Don't you s'pose he'll ever come again ?" Charlotte shook her head.
"Mebbe he will.

I know he's terrible set." "Who's set ?" demanded Sylvia, coming in with her empty plate.
"Oh, I was jest sayin' that I thought Barney was kinder set," replied her sister, mildly.
"He ain't no more set than Cephas," returned Sylvia.
"Cephas ain't set.