"There," said she, "don't you wait any longer.

I guess mebbe you'd better set the dish down on the hearth to keep warm for Elmira and your father first, though." "Ain't you goin' to eat any yourself ?" asked Jerome.
"I couldn't touch a mite of that stew if you was to pay me for it.

I never set much by parsnip stew myself, anyway." Jerome eyed his mother soberly.

"There's enough," said he.

"I've got all I can eat here." "I tell you I don't want any.