She had given up once before nearly twenty years ago.

Bessie, her oldest daughter, had a will like that, and tastes far above her station.

Mrs.Brady wondered where she got them.
"You're fer all the world like yer ma," she said as she thumped the clothes in the wash-tub.

"She was jest that way, when she would marry your pa.

She could 'a' had Jim Stokes, the groceryman, or Lodge, the milkman, or her choice of three railroad men, all of 'em doing well, and ready to let her walk over 'em; but she would have your pa, the drunken, good-for-nothing, slippery dude.