Old Brown called occasionally to see her, so we knew they could n't have quarrelled.
Sometimes she did a little house-work, but more often she did n't.

We talked it over together, but could n't make it out.

Joe asked Mother, but she had no idea--so she said.

We were full up, as Dave put it, of Mrs.Brown, and wished her out of the place.

She had taken to ordering us about, as though she had something to do with us.
After supper we sat round the fire--as near to it as we could without burning ourselves--Mrs.Brown and all, and listened to the wind whistling outside.