Well, Mrs.Hosmer, I'm not helping to run a hospital, let me tell you; I've got all I can do to look after my own folks.

You mustn't expect me to deliver you any more milk till you can pay this; and I hope you'll get the cash soon, too, because I've some accounts of my own I want to settle." Matilda was near tears, for such a scene as this frightened her.
Poor old Mr.Hosmer tried to bustle forward and enter into the conversation; but the husky dairyman just brushed him aside as though he were no more than a child.
"I'm not talking to you about it, Mr.Hosmer," he went on to say, almost brutally; "it's your wife I do business with.

I'll be looking to her to settle my account.

And if what I hear honest folks a-sayin' is near true, the sooner she gets rid of her disreputable brother the better for all concerned." Matilda's eyes flashed.
"You need not add insult to injury, Mr.Bernard," she flashed, showing a little touch of spirit that Hugh hardly believed she possessed.

"He is the only living tie to bind me with my long past childhood.