"Peoples always makes themselves at home in mine house." "You must excuse our humble little place," Angeline said; "we are plain, every-day people." And she made Mrs.Chapman a low courtesy, as that stout, bustling woman, apparently overcome with the heat, settled her solid circumference into a chair.
"Dear a me," rejoined Mrs.Chapman, "what happy people you ought to be.
Everything so comfortable round you, you know, and all your own.

What a blessing to have things all your own." Here Mrs.Chapman raised her bonnet carefully and used it as a fan.
"Yes, we are quite unpretending people," Angeline repeated.

"What we have got is our own.

We are getting old now, and if we die owing nobody a shilling we shall die in peace." And her sweet face lighted up with a smile, the true reflex of that goodness her heart was so full of.
"It's so warm--I'm about melted," rejoined Mrs.Chapman, not appearing to notice what Angeline had said.

"And this is my new bonnet, you see.
Bonnets cost so much money now.