"You don't mean"-- began Nurse Byloe, but stopped as she heard Miss Badlam also speaking.
"They need n't drag the pond," she said.

"They need n't go beating the woods as if they were hunting a patridge,--though for that matter Myrtle Hazard was always more like a patridge than she was like a pullet.
Nothing ever took hold of that girl,--not catechising, nor advising, nor punishing.

It's that dreadful will of hers never was broke.

I've always been afraid that she would turn out a child of wrath.

Did y' ever watch her at meetin' playing with posies and looking round all the time of the long prayer?
That's what I've seen her do many and many a time.