"Don't you worry, father's darlin'," he whispered.

"Don't you worry about anythin' you have heard.

Father will always have enough to take care of you with." Jim Tenny, when Andrew set the child down, caught her up again with a sounding kiss.

"Don't you let your big ears ache, you little pitcher," said he, with a gay laugh.

"Little doll-babies like you haven't anythin' to worry about if Lloyd's shut down every day in the year." "They're the very ones whom it concerns," said Nahum Beals, when Ellen and her mother had gone up-stairs.
"Well, I wouldn't have had that little nervous thing hear all this, if I'd thought," Andrew said, anxiously.
Joseph Atkins, whom Fanny had stationed in a sheltered corner near the stove when she opened the door, peered around at Andrew.
"Seems as if she was too young to get much sense of it," he remarked.