Often when she cooked in her new stove she inveighed against Hannah Berry's foolishness.
"If Hannah Berry wants to heat up a whole brick oven and work the whole forenoon to bake a loaf of cake, she can," said she, as she put the pan of cake in the oven.

"Now, you watch this, Rebecca Thayer, and don't you let it burn, and you get the potatoes ready for dinner." "Where are you going, mother ?" asked Ephraim.
"I'm just goin' to step out a little way." "Can't I go too ?" "No; you set still.

You ain't fit to walk this mornin'.

You know what the doctor told you." "It won't hurt me any," whined Ephraim.

There were times when the spirit of rebellion in him made illness and even his final demise flash before his eyes like sweet overhanging fruit, since they were so strenuously forbidden.
"You set still," repeated his mother.