Unless I'm mistaken, Lloyd's will be shut down all winter." "Well, it ain't so bad for us as for some," said Fanny.

Both pride and a wish to cheer her husband induced her to say that.

She did not like to think that, after the fine marriage she had made, she needed to be as distressed at a temporary loss of employment as others.
Then, too, that look of overhanging melancholy in Andrew's face alarmed her; she felt that she must drive it away at any cost.
"Seems to me it's bad enough for anybody," said Andrew, morosely.
"Now, Andrew, you know it ain't.

Here we own the house clear, and we've got that money in the savings-bank, and all that's your mother's is yours in the end.

Of course we ain't always thinkin' of that, and I'm sure I hope she'll outlive me, but it's so.