"I'll go over to Mrs.Bennett's and borrow a pie.

I think we can get along if we have a pie." "I ain't goin' round the neighborhood borrowin'; that ain't the way I'm accustomed to doin'." "Land, mother! I'd just as soon ask Mrs.Bennett as not.

She borrowed that bread in here the other night." "There ain't enough steak to go round; there's jest that little piece we had left from yesterday, an' there ain't enough stew," said her mother, with persistent wrath.
"Well, if folks come in unexpectedly, they'll have to take what we've got and make the best of it." Flora tied a hat on over her light hair as she spoke.

"I don't see any other way for them," she added, laughingly, going out of the door.
"It's all very well for folks to be easy," said her mother, with a sniff, "but when she's had as much as I've had, I guess she won't take it any easier than I do.

I s'pose now I've got to take all these things off, an' put on a clean table-cloth." "That one doesn't look very bad," ventured her brother, timidly.
"No, I shouldn't think it did! Look at that great coffee stain you got on it this mornin'! Havin' a couple of perfect strangers come in to dinner makes more work than a man knows anything about.