She tried to smile at Rose.

"Are you goin' now ?" said she.
"Yes; I've got to.

I've got to sew on my muslin dress.

When are you coming over, Aunt Sarah?
You haven't been over to our house for an age." "I don't care if I never go anywhere!" cried Sarah Barnard, with sudden desperation.

"I'm discouraged." She sank in a chair, and flung her apron over her face.
"Don't, mother," said Charlotte.
"I can't help it," sobbed her mother.