It was Mrs.Jones's turn now to be anxious, and even irritable; but Sara had quite regained her composure.
"He'll come," she said.

"I know he'll come.

I know my work is nearly over." "There's missing you I'll be," said Mrs.Jones.

"I wish my poor old mother was as easy to live with as you, Sara; but 'tis being alone so long has made her cranky.

And the money--oh, she loves it dearly.
Indeed, if I can get Davy to agree, we will give up this house and go home and live near her; 'tis pity the old woman should grow harder in her old age." "Yes," said Sara.