"How are we goin' to git all that money--these hard times ?--ayes! I'd like to know ?" "Well, I can't tell ye," said Uncle Peabody.

"I guess he can't forgive us for savin' Rodney Barnes." "What did he say ?" I asked.
"Why, he says we hadn't no business to hire a man to help us.

He says you an' me ought to do all the work here.

He thinks I ought to took you out o' school long ago." "I can stay out o' school and keep on with my lessons," I said.
"Not an' please him.

He was mad when he see ye with a book in yer hand out there in the corn-field." What were we to do now?
I spent the first sad night of my life undoing the plans which had been so dear to me but not so dear as my aunt and uncle.