"OH, my, my!" "Yes, I should think you WOULD say 'Oh, my, my!'" she took him up, loudly.

"That doesn't help things much! If you ever wanted to DO anything about it, the poor child might see some gleam of hope in her life.

You don't CARE for her, that's the trouble; you don't care a single thing about her." "I don't ?" "No; you don't.

Why, even with your miserable little salary you could have given her more than you have.

You're the closest man I ever knew: it's like pulling teeth to get a dollar out of you for her, now and then, and yet you hide some away, every month or so, in some wretched little investment or other.