I shouldn't have laid up a cent if I'd managed any such ways, an' I ain't goin' to see my hard earnin's wasted by you.

You give her a pound and a half of sugar for them eggs and a cent to boot." "You sha'n't lose anything by it, father," said William, fiercely.
"You leave me alone." The sugar-barrel stood quite near.

William strode over to it, and plunged in the great scoop with a grating noise.

He heaped it recklessly on some paper, and laid it on the steelyards.
"Don't give me more'n a pound and a half," Rebecca said, softly.
"Keep still," Rose whispered in her ear.
Silas pushed forward, and bent over the steelyards.

"You've weighed out nigh three," he began.