They say these low meadow-lands are bad.

I worried enough about it after my Abby died, thinkin' what might have been done.

It does seem to me that if something was done right away, Lois might get up; but there ain't no use waitin'.

I've seen young girls go down; it seems sometimes as if there wa'n't nothin' more to them than flowers, an' they fade away in a day.

I've been all through it.