She had grown more reticent of late.
"Well, how are things coming along, Sis ?" said she this evening on her return, after she had thrown her wrap across a chair back.

"How much money have you got left?
You look to me like you was counting it." "Not very much, Annie--not very much.

The doctor--you see, I can't take his time and not pay him." "You're too thin-skinned.

What are doctors for ?" "But, Annie, I don't know what to do.

I'm scared.