She took her beer (it was home-brewed and not of great value) and deliberately poured it out, bottle after bottle, into a large puddle in the front road.

The men who were passing early saw her action, and she told them that she had "turned temp'rance." She washed the bottles, and set them upside down before the house to dry where all the world might see them.

The sign by which she had advertised her beer and its price had been nothing but a sheet of brown paper with letters painted in irregular brush strokes.

Ann had plenty of paper.

This morning she laid a sheet upon her table, and rapidly painted thereon with her brush such advertisements as these: _Tea and Coffee, 3 Cents a Cup.
Ginger Bread, Baked Beans, Lemonade.
Cooking done to order at any hour and in any style._ By the time this placard was up, Christa had sauntered out to smell the morning air, and she looked at it with what was for Christa quite an exertion of surprise.
She went in to where Ann was scrubbing the tables.