"We always have more or less of a fuss when my school bills come in.

It'll soon fizzle out again! Don't you fret yourself.

Things will jog on as they always have jogged on.

There'll be nothing done, you'll see.

Come on and bowl for me, that's a chubby one!" "But this time mother really seemed to be in earnest," said Winona meditatively, as she helped to put up the stumps.
Mrs.Woodward had been left a widow three years before this story opens.
She was a fair, fragile little woman, still pretty, and pathetically helpless.