"After what you have said to me, Timothy, my self-respect will not
permit me to stay."

Rachel swept out of the room with something more than her customary
melancholy.

"I wish Rachel war'n't quite so contrary," said the cooper. "She
turns upon a body so sudden, it's hard to know how to take her.
How's the little girl, Mary?"

"She's been asleep ever since six o'clock."

"I hope you don't find her very much trouble. That all comes upon
you, while we have the benefit of the money."

"I don't think of that, Timothy. She is a sweet child, and I love
her almost as much as if she were my own. As for Jack, he perfectly
idolizes her."

"And how does Aunt Rachel look upon her?"

"I am afraid she will never be a favorite with Rachel."

"Rachel never took to children much. It isn't her way. Now, Mary,
while you are sewing, I will read you the news."