He owes her thanks and willing service,--all the help he can give her poor, tired old body, but she never gets even the thanks.
He takes all her drudgery as a matter of course." John Jay's head dropped lower and lower, as he screwed his toes around in the dust of the path, mortified and embarrassed.

All the whippings of his life had never stung him so deeply as George's quiet words.

He was used to being scolded for his laziness.

He never paid any attention to that; but to have his "Rev'und Gawge" regard him as dishonest as Mr.
Boden hurt him more than words could express.
Another wagon came rattling up in a cloud of dust.

Without waiting to see the newcomer, he dodged around the corner of the house and ran down to the barn.