Squashes don't cost much, mother." "They cost something, an' I've got all them dried apples to use up for pies." "Have they come in ?" asked Flora, with happy unconcern about the cost of squashes and the utilization of dried apples.
"Yes, I s'pose so.

I thought I heard Daniel taking 'em in the front door.

I s'pose they're in the parlor." "You ought to go in a minute, hadn't you ?" "I s'pose so," replied Mrs.Lowe, with a sigh of fierce resignation.
"I'll finish setting the things on the table, and you go in.

Take off your apron." "This dress don't look fit." "Yes, it does, too; it's clean.

Run along." Mrs.Lowe smoothed her sparse hair severely at the kitchen looking-glass; then she advanced upon the parlor with the air of a pacific grenadier.