She's fifty, if she is a day, is Hepsy Curtis." "Is she as stingy as you are ?" I asked.
"You'll find out for yourself, Miss.

I rather think you won't be allowed to crumble over the buttery shelves." I finished the cup, and was watching her while she grated loaf-sugar over a pile of doughnuts, when mother entered, and begged me to come upstairs with her to be dressed.
"Where is Verry, mother ?" "In the parlor, with a lemon in one hand and Robinson Crusoe in the other.

She will be good, she says.

Cassy, you won't teaze me to-day, will you ?" "No, indeed, mother," and clapping my hands, "I like you too well." She laughed.
"These Morgesons beat the dogs," I heard Temperance say, as we shut the door and went upstairs.
I skipped over the shiny, lead-colored floor of the chamber in my stockings, while mother was taking from the bureau a clean suit for me, and singing "Bonny Doon," with the sweetest voice in the world.
She soon arrayed me in my red calico dress, spotted with yellow stars.
I was proud of its buckram undersleeves, though they scratched my arms, and admired its wings, which extended over the protecting buckram.
"It is three o'clock; the company will come soon.

Be careful of your dress.