I don't know how he would get along, if I hadn't showed him how to do that.

I believe he'd go crazy." "Don't you think that last stuff Doctor Prescott put in his eyes did him any good ?" asked Mrs.Edwards.
"No, I don't.

He didn't think it would, himself.

He said all there was to do was to go to Boston and see that great doctor there and have an operation, an' it's goin' to cost three hundred dollars.
Three hundred dollars!--it's easy enough to talk--three hundred dollars! Adoniram has been laid up with jaundice half the winter.
I've bound shoes, and I've knit these fine stockin's for Mis' Doctor Prescott.

They go towards the doctor's bill, but they're a drop in the bucket.