"He's got the stomach to stand it," she repeated bitterly, while her tears fell into her bowl.
"What is it, granny?
Will you try a bite of buckwheat ?" inquired Sarah solicitously.

She had never failed in her duty to her husband's parents, and this virtue also, she was inclined to use as a weapon of offense to her children.
"Give it to him--he's got teeth left to chaw on," whimpered grandmother, and her old chest heaved with bitterness because grandfather, who was three years the elder, still retained two jaw teeth on one side of his mouth.
A yellow-and-white cat, after vainly purring against grandmother's stool, had jumped on the window-sill in pursuit of a belated wasp, and Sarah, rushing to the rescue of her flowers, cuffed the animal soundly and placed her in grandfather's lap.

He was a lover of cats--a harmless fancy which was a source of unceasing annoyance to his wife.
"Abel, I wish you'd mend that leak in the smokehouse after breakfast," remarked Sarah, in an aggressive tone that meant battle.

"Two shingles are gone an' thare four more that want patchin'." "I can't, I've got work to do at the mill," replied Abel, as he rose from his chair.

"Solomon Hatch sent me his corn to grind and he's coming over to get the sacks." "Well, I reckon I'm worth as much as Solomon Hatch, a little pasty faced critter like that," rejoined Sarah.
"Why can't Archie do it?
What is he good for ?" "I'm going hunting with Jim Halloween," returned Archie sullenly, "he's got some young dogs he wants to break in to rabbit running." "I might have known thar warn't nobody to do what I ask 'em," observed Sarah in the voice and manner of a martyr.