Nothing but the berries for which she had toiled so hard, a few thin slices of bread, no butter, and no tea, so little sugar in the bowl that the guests sprinkled it sparingly on their berries.
"I'll tell you what 'tis," Mrs.Babcock whispered when they were upstairs in their chambers that night, "Mis' Field has grown tight since she got all that money.

Sometimes it does work that way.

I believe we should starve to death if we stayed here long.

If it wa'n't for gittin' my money's worth, I should be for goin' home to-morrow.

No butter an' no tea after we've come that long journey.