"Did you hear about it?
I want to know if you knew about it," said she, grasping his arm with her wiry fingers, as if she were trying to wreak her anger on him.
"Knew about what ?" said Francis wonderingly.

"What is the matter, Aunt Jane ?" "Did you know Flora went to the minister's and got married this afternoon ?" "No," said Francis slowly, "I didn't; but I knew she would, well enough." "Did Flora tell you ?" "No, she didn't tell me, but I knew she wouldn't do anything else." "Knew she wouldn't do anything else?
I'd like to know what you're talkin' about, Francis Arms." "I knew as long as she was Flora Maxwell, and her wedding was set for to-day three months ago, it wasn't very likely that old Mr.Maxwell's dying and not leaving her his money, and your not liking it, was going to stop her." "Hadn't it ought to have stopped her?
Hadn't the wishes of a mother that's slaved for her all her life, and didn't want her to get married without a silk gown to her back to a man that ain't any prospects of being able to buy her any, ought to have stopped her, I'd like to know ?" "I guess Flora didn't think much about silk gowns, Aunt Jane," said Francis, and his face reddened a little.

"I guess she didn't think much about anything but George." "George! What's George Freeman?
What's all the Freemans?
I ain't never liked them.

They wa'n't never up to our folks.

His mother ain't never had a black silk dress to her name--never had a thing better than black cashmere, an' they ain't never had a thing but oil-cloth in their front entry, an' the Perry's ain't never noticed them either.