"Five years in and out of the desk, in and out of his pocket--but all so nice and unsoiled and sweet and bonny inside," she added.

"To say nothing of the bawbees, as Mr.Crozier calls money.

Well, we are ready.

It all depends on you now, Mrs.Crozier." "No, not all." "He used to be afraid of you; now you are afraid of him," said Kitty, as though stating a commonplace.
There was no more shrewishness left in the little woman to meet this chastisement.

The forces against her were too many.