She pounded with the handle, and the broom would fly up and down in the air, dropping dust into the pot where the potatoes were.

Her pan of soft-mixed bread she often left uncovered in the kitchen, and sometimes the hens walked in and sat in it.
The children used to play in mud puddles about the door.

It was the youngest of them that sickened with some kind of fever early in the spring, before Jenkins began driving the cows out to pasture.

The child was very ill, and Mrs.Jenkins wanted to send for a doctor, but her husband would not let her.

They made a bed in the kitchen, close to the stove, and Mrs.Jenkins nursed the child as best she could.