Then she went out to her sister.

"Well, you know what's happened, Fan, I s'pose," she said.
"Yes, I'm awful sorry, but I tell Andrew it ain't so bad for us as for some; we sha'n't starve." "I don't know as I care much whether I starve or not," said Eva.
"It's goin' to make me put off my weddin'; and if I do put it off, Jim and me will never get married at all; I feel it in my bones." "Why, what should you have to put it off for ?" asked Fanny.
"Why?
I should think you'd know why without askin'.

Ain't I spent every dollar I have saved up on my weddin' fixin's, and Jim, he's got his mother on his hands, and she's been sick, and he ain't saved up anything.

If you s'pose I'm goin' to marry him and make him any worse off than he is now you're mistaken." "Well, mebbe Jim can work somewhere else, and mebbe Lloyd's won't be shut up long," Fanny said, consolingly.

"I wouldn't give up so, if I was you." "I might jest as well," Eva returned.