My appetite's been dreadful poor this spring.

I'm far from well," continued Aunt Atossa solemnly, "but still I keep a-doing.

People who can't work aren't wanted here.

If it isn't too much trouble will you be condescending enough to set the jelly in the pantry?
I'm in a hurry to get these spuds done tonight.

I suppose you two LADIES never do anything like this.