"I guess you'd better go, Elmira," said she.

"Jerome can't unless he's all cleaned up.

Get my little red cashmere shawl, and you can wear my green silk pumpkin hood.

Yours don't look nice enough to go there with." "Can't I eat dinner first, mother ?" pleaded Elmira, pitifully.
"No, you can't.

I guess you won't starve if you wait a little while.
I ain't 'goin' to send stew to folks stone-cold.