I had never heard him finish an uncomplimentary sentence.
I began to have doubts regarding the greatness of our hired man.

I still called him "Mr.Purvis," but all my fear of him had vanished.
One day Mr.Grimshaw came out in the field to see my uncle.

They walked away to the shade of a tree while "Mr.Purvis" and I went on with the hoeing.

I could hear the harsh voice of the money-lender speaking in loud and angry tones and presently he went away.
"What's the rip ?" I asked as my uncle returned looking very sober.
"We won't talk about it now," he answered.
That look and the fears it inspired ruined my day which had begun with eager plans for doing and learning.

In the candle-light of the evening Uncle Peabody said: "Grimshaw has demanded his mortgage money an' he wants it in gold coin.
We'll have to git it some way, I dunno how." "W'y of all things!" my aunt exclaimed.