If we ask her, then the others will." When she finished--as you live--there wasn't a soul she had left out except Bill Ramsdell, who starved his dog until it sucked our eggs, and Isaac Thomas, who was so lazy he wouldn't work enough to keep his wife and children dressed so they ever could go anywhere, but he always went, even with rags flying, and got his stomach full just by talking about how he loved the Lord.

To save me I couldn't see Isaac Thomas without beginning to myself: "'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I hear him complain, You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.
I passed by his garden, I saw the wild brier, The thorn, and the thistle, grow broader and higher; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money he wastes, till he starves or he begs." That described Isaac to the last tatter, only he couldn't waste money; he never had any.

Once I asked father what he thought Isaac would do with it, if by some unforeseen working of Divine Providence, he got ten dollars.

Father said he could tell me exactly, because Isaac once sold some timber and had a hundred all at once.

He went straight to town and bought Mandy a red silk dress and a brass breastpin, when she had no shoes.