It's nothing very fine in the way of victuals I can get her, working as I work for two, and most beat out every night.

La! Peace, you haven't eaten your meat, have you?
Well, I'll warm it over to-morrow, and it'll be as good as new." [Illustration] "The old dragon!" exclaimed Gypsy, under her breath, as the girls went out.

"She is a dragon, nothing more nor less--a dragon that doesn't scold particularly, but a dragon that _looks_.

I'd rather be scolded to death than looked at and looked at every mouthful I eat.

I don't wonder Peace doesn't eat.