A man makin' pies out of sorrel!" She looked at Cephas like a condemning judge.

He shot a fiery glance at her, but said nothing.

He sprinkled the sorrel leaves in the pie.
"Well," said Deborah, "I've got a sense of justice, and if my son, or any other man, has asked a girl to marry him, and she's got her weddin' clothes ready, I believe in his doin' his duty, if he can be made to; but I must say if it wa'n't for that, I'd rather he'd gone into a family that was more like other folks.

I'm goin' to do the best I can, whether you go half way or not.

I'm goin' to try to make my son do his duty.