"What an age it seems since she went away! Who'd think it was only twenty-four hours ?" "We shall know better how to appreciate her when we get her back," said her husband.
"What time do you expect her home, mother?
What did Mrs.Hardwick say ?" "Why," said Mrs.Harding, hesitating, "she didn't say as to the hour; but I guess she'll be along in the course of the afternoon." "If we only knew where she had gone, we could tell better when to expect her." "But as we don't know," said the cooper, "we must wait patiently till she comes." "I guess," said Mrs.Harding, with the impulse of a notable housewife, "I'll make some apple turnovers for supper to-night.

There's nothing Ida likes so well." "That's where Ida is right," said Jack, smacking his lips.

"Apple turnovers are splendid." "They are very unwholesome," remarked Rachel.
"I shouldn't think so from the way you eat them, Aunt Rachel," retorted Jack.

"You ate four the last time we had them for supper." "I didn't think you'd begrudge me the little I eat," said his aunt, dolefully.

"I didn't think you counted the mouthfuls I took." "Come, Rachel, don't be so unreasonable," said her brother.