Poor father, he ain't got much money, either." "I don't want it," Charlotte said, her steady mouth quivering downward at the corners.
"You keep it.

He'd feel all upset if you didn't.

You'll find it come handy.

I know you've got a good many things now, but you had ought to have a new cape come fall; you can't come out bride in a muslin one when snow flies." Sarah cast a half-timid, half-shrewd glance at Charlotte, who put the dollar in her pocket.
"A green satin cape, lined and wadded, would be handsome," pursued her mother.
"I sha'n't ever come out bride," said Charlotte.
"How you talk.

There, he's comin' now!" And, indeed, at that the clang of the knocker sounded through the house.