We called this our post-office.

I am not complaining, though, of my lack of education.

I have had a right good chance in life, and have no reason to complain--except that I wish I could have had a little more time to play and to be with my mother.

It was she, though, that had the hard time.
By this time I had begun to understand why John Rucker was always so cross and cruel to my mother.

He was disappointed because he had supposed when he married her that she had property.