You ought to be thankful to have this." For all which good advice and philosophy the little mother of the doll would often look at the discarded beauty of the wardrobe, with tears in her eyes and fondest pity in her heart; but she never flinched.

When the young man Nahum Beals came in, as he often did of an evening, and raised his voice in fierce denunciation against the luxury and extravagance of the rich, Ellen would listen and consider that he would undoubtedly approve of what she had done, did he know, and would allow that she had made her small effort towards righting things.
"Only think what Mr.Beals would say if he saw you in your silk dress; why, I don't know but he would throw you out of the window," she told her doll once.
Ellen did not feel any difference in her way of living after her father was out of work.

"She ain't goin' to be stented in one single thing; remember that," Andrew told Fanny, with angry emphasis.

"That little, delicate thing is goin' to have everything she needs, if I spend every cent I've saved and mortgage the place." "Oh, you'll get work before it comes to that," Fanny said, consolingly.
"Whether I do or not, it sha'n't make any difference," declared Andrew.

"I'm goin' to hire a horse and sleigh and take her sleigh-ridin' this afternoon.