"Tom, I suppose, will get reconciled to a Southern residence;--hardly want to come up here again." "On the contrary he inquires very anxiously," said Mrs.Shelby, "when the money for his redemption is to be raised." "I'm sure _I_ don't know," said Mr.Shelby.

"Once get business running wrong, there does seem to be no end to it.

It's like jumping from one bog to another, all through a swamp; borrow of one to pay another, and then borrow of another to pay one,--and these confounded notes falling due before a man has time to smoke a cigar and turn round,--dunning letters and dunning messages,--all scamper and hurry-scurry." "It does seem to me, my dear, that something might be done to straighten matters.

Suppose we sell off all the horses, and sell one of your farms, and pay up square ?" "O, ridiculous, Emily! You are the finest woman in Kentucky; but still you haven't sense to know that you don't understand business;--women never do, and never can.
"But, at least," said Mrs.Shelby, "could not you give me some little insight into yours; a list of all your debts, at least, and of all that is owed to you, and let me try and see if I can't help you to economize." "O, bother! don't plague me, Emily!--I can't tell exactly.

I know somewhere about what things are likely to be; but there's no trimming and squaring my affairs, as Chloe trims crust off her pies.