"She only got eight hundred dollars, but there's them that thinks she skinned the company at _that!_" said Westley.
But there was no disposition to begrudge the widow a single dollar of this modest sum.

A jury of Little Arcadians would have multiplied it tenfold without a blush; for, while that little hoard endured, any citizen, however public spirited, could flavor with a certain grace his refusal to subscribe for a book.
To Solon Denney the thing came as a deep and divine relief.

In the satisfaction induced by it, he penned an obituary of Potts in which he employed the phrase "grim messenger of death" very cleverly indeed.

For matters had been going from bad to worse.

Murmurs at the demands of Mrs.
Potts--likened by Asa Bundy to a daughter of the horse leech--had become passionately loud as our masses toiled expensively up that Potts-defined path of enlightenment.