Don't you know he don't ?" She was stroking her baby's head.

The reference to her grammar had not touched her at all.
Butler was sorry that he had called his youngest a baggage; but these children--God bless his soul--were a great annoyance.

Why, in the name of all the saints, wasn't this house good enough for them?
"Why don't you people quit fussing at the table ?" observed Callum, a likely youth, with black hair laid smoothly over his forehead in a long, distinguished layer reaching from his left to close to his right ear, and his upper lip carrying a short, crisp mustache.

His nose was short and retrousse, and his ears were rather prominent; but he was bright and attractive.

He and Owen both realized that the house was old and poorly arranged; but their father and mother liked it, and business sense and family peace dictated silence on this score.
"Well, I think it's mean to have to live in this old place when people not one-fourth as good as we are are living in better ones.