"He won't never come back if he's said he won't.

I know him; he's got some of me in him." "I'll uphold him as long as I live," said Charlotte.
"I wonder you ain't ashamed to talk so." "I am not." Deborah looked at Charlotte as if she would crush her; then she turned away.
"You're a hard woman, Mrs.Thayer, and I pity Barney because he's got you for a mother," Charlotte said, in undaunted response to Deborah's look.
"Well, you'll never have to pity yourself on that account," retorted Deborah, without turning her head.
The door opened softly, and a girl of about Charlotte's age slipped in.

Nobody except Mrs.Barnard, who said, absently, "How do you do, Rose ?" seemed to notice her.

She sat down unobtrusively in a chair near the door and waited.

Her blue eyes upon the others were so intense with excitement that they seemed to blot out the rest of her face.