I tell you what 'tis, Fanny.

When I look at Jim, handsome and head up in the air, and think how he'd look all bowed down, hair turnin' gray, and not carin' whether he's shaved and has on a clean shirt or not, 'cause he's got loaded down with debt, and the grocery-man and the butcher after him, and no work, and me and the children draggin' him down, I can bear anything.

If another girl wants to do it, she must, though I'd like to kill her when I think of it.

I can't do it, because--I think too much of him." "He might lose his work after he was married, you know." "Well, I suppose we'd have to run the risk of that; but I'm goin' to start fair or not at all." "Well, maybe he'll get work," Fanny said.
"He won't," said Eva.

She began to sing "Nancy Lee" over Ellen's dress.
After breakfast Ellen begged a piece of old brown calico of her mother.