I guess you were kind of favored, Rebecca.

Did William wait on you ?" "Yes, he did." "I guess you were kind of favored," Deborah repeated, and a half-smile came over her grim face.
Rebecca said nothing.

She got some butter, and fell to work with a wooden spoon, creaming the butter and sugar in a brown wooden bowl with swift turns of her strong white wrist.

Ephraim watched her sharply; he sat by a window stoning raisins.

His mother had forbidden him to eat any, as she thought them injurious to him; but he carefully calculated his chances, and deposited many in his mouth when she watched Barney; but his jaws were always gravely set when she turned his way.
Ephraim's face had a curious bluish cast, as if his blood were the color of the juice of a grape.