"Oh, well, I've had yards and hens for thirty-five years.

Doing without them will be a change.

I can take in sewing." "No, you can't, Nancy.

I need your backbone and wits and pluck and ingenuity, but if I can't ask you to sit with your hands folded for the rest of your life, as I'd like to, you shan't use them for other people.
You're marrying me to make a man of me, but I'm not marrying you to make you a drudge." His voice rang clear and true in the silence, and Nancy's heart vibrated at the sound.
"Oh, Justin, Justin!" she whispered.

"There's something wrong somewhere, but we'll find it out together, you and I, and make it right.