"I cut the fruit cake an' opened a jar of peach, an' I've put clean sheets on the front chamber bed.

It's made considerable work for nothin'." She eyed, as she spoke, the two children, who were happily eating the peach preserve.

She and her brother were both quite well-to-do, but she had a parsimonious turn.
"I'd like to know what she'll have for supper," she remarked further.
"I didn't ask her," said the lawyer, dryly, taking a sip of his sauce.

He was rather glad of the peach himself.
"I shouldn't think she'd sleep a wink, all alone in that great old house.

I know I shouldn't," observed the children's mother.