I 'ain't laid up a cent, I've had so much sickness in my family." "If you hadn't worked that summer in the annex under that tin roof, you'd be as well as you ever was now," said Nahum Beals.
"I worked there 'longside of you that summer," said Andrew to Joe, with bitter reminiscence.

"We used to strip like a gang of convicts, and we stood in pools of sweat.

It was that awful hot summer, and the room had only that one row of windows facing the east, and the wind never that way." "Not till I came out of the shop that night I took the chill," said Joe.
Suddenly the young man, Nahum Beals, hit his knees a sounding slap, which made Ellen, furtively and timidly attentive at her window, jump.

"It seems sometimes as if the Almighty himself was in league with 'em," he shouted out, "but I tell you it won't last, it won't last." "I don't see much sign of any change for the better," Andrew said, gloomily.
"I tell you, sir, it won't last," repeated Nahum Beals.

"I tell you, the Lord only raises 'em up higher and higher that He may dash 'em lower when the time comes.