I'll go myself next time.

Have you got that butter an' sugar mixed up ?" "I hope you will go, I'm sure.

I don't want to," returned Rebecca.
She had stopped crying, but her face was burning; she hit the spoon with dull thuds against the wooden bowl.
"Don't you be saucy.

That's done enough; give it here." Deborah finished the cake with a master hand.

When she measured the raisins which Ephraim had stoned she cast a sharp glance at him, but he was ready for it with beseechingly upturned sickly face.