Was she crying when you left her ?" "She will soon be quiet and go to sleep.

I am going to make some toast for her supper.

Eben, where are you going ?" The Squire had set forth for the door in a determined rush.
"I am going to see that boy, and know what this work means," he cried, in a loud voice of wrath and pity.
However, Abigail's vivacious persistency of common-sense usually overcame her husband's clumsy headlongs of affection.

She carried the day at last, and the Squire subsided, though with growls of remonstrance, like a partially tamed animal.
"Have your way, and send her down to Boston, if you want to, Abigail," said he; "but when she comes back she shall have whatever she wants, if I move heaven and earth to get it for her." So that day week Jerome, going one morning to his work, stood aside to let the stage-coach pass him, and had a glimpse of Lucina's fair face in the wave of a blue veil at the window.

She bowed, but the stage dashed by in such a fury of dust that Jerome could scarcely discern the tenor of the salutation.