I'm afraid Mother Hubbard will charge me full price for your board.

You hear what she calls for, ma'am?
Can you make her a little paste?
Here's an old Patent Office Report; and I'll run the risk of her spoiling it.

I'll cut some pictures for her out of these papers." "Lucky I don't keep a file of my newspapers," thought Mrs.Fixfax, listening from the next room.

"If I did, those children would hear from me." "Yes, I'll make her some paste," said Mother Hubbard, dropping the aerating egg-beater, and setting the spice-box on the stove.
Dr.Moonshine laughed.

Mother Hubbard had never dreamed a boarder could be so disagreeable.