'When you come back,' says I, 'it'll be when I send money to you to pay your fare home, and I shan't do it.

I've sewed and washed and cooked for you ever since Eben died, to say nothin' of goin' out nursin' and housekeepin' to earn money to buy somethin' TO cook.

Now I'm through.

This is my house--or, at any rate, I pay the rent for it.

If you leave it to go gold-diggin' you needn't come back to it.