"Nobody begrudges you what you eat, even if you choose to eat twice as much as you do.

I dare say Jack ate more of the turnovers than you did." "I ate six," said Jack, candidly.
Rachel, construing this into an apology, said no more.
"If it wasn't for you, Aunt Rachel, I should be in danger of getting too jolly, perhaps, and spilling over.

It always makes me sober to look at you." "It's lucky there's something to make you sober and stiddy," said his aunt.

"You are too frivolous." Evening came, but it did not bring Ida.

An indefinable sense of apprehension oppressed the minds of all.