Although fairly started forth in the slough of deceit, she still held up her Puritan skirts arduously.
"It's kind of queer it don't, ain't it ?" returned Mrs.Maxwell.

"The house ain't been altered any, an' the furniture's jest the same.
Thomas, he wouldn't have a thing altered; the carpet in his bedroom is wore threadbare, but he wouldn't get a new one nohow.

Mis' Jay, she wanted him to get a new cookin'-stove, but he wouldn't hear to it; much as ever he'd let her have a new broom.

And it wa'n't because he was stingy; it was jest because he was kind of set, an' had got into the way of thinkin' nothin' had ought to be changed.

It wa'n't never my way; I never believed in hangin' on to old shackly things because you've always had 'em.