I don't know where he was.

He won't speak a word this mornin' to tell me.

I've been out in the field where he's to work ploughin', and I tried to make him tell me, but he wouldn't say a word.

I sat up and waited all night, but he didn't come home.

Now I want to know where he was, and what he's done, and why you ordered him out of the house.
If he's been swearin', or takin' anything that didn't belong to him, or drinkin', I want to know it, so I can deal with him as his mother had ought to deal." "He hasn't been doing anything wrong!" Charlotte cried out again; "you ought to be ashamed of yourself talking so about him, when you're his mother!" Deborah Thayer never glanced at Charlotte.