You don't know anything about work.

I didn't bring you up to be a household drudge." But Del was on her way to the kitchen, whence she presently reappeared with a platter and a vegetable dish.

Down the front of her skirt was a streak of grease.

"There!" exclaimed Mrs.Ranger, coloring high with exasperation, "your dress is spoiled! I don't believe I can take it out of that kind of goods without leaving a spot.

Hiram, I do wish you wouldn't meddle with the children! It seems to me you've got enough to do to 'tend your own affairs at the mill." This was unanswerable, or so it seemed to her husband.