"Occasionally.

But it is the profession and not the law that is chargeable, for the most part." "I wouldn't be a lawyer if that were not so," said Elizabeth.
"I wouldn't be a _cobbler_ of anything." "To be anything else might depend on a person's faculties." "I don't care," said Elizabeth, -- "I _would_ not be.

If I could not mend, I would let alone.

I wouldn't cobble." "What if one could neither mend nor let alone ?" "One would have less power over himself than I have, or than you have, Mr.Landholm." "One thing at least doesn't need cobbling," he said with a smile.
"I never heard such a belittling character of the profession," she went on.

"Your mother would have given it a very different one, Mr.Landholm.She would have told you, 'Open thy mouth, judge' -- what is it?
-- 'and plead the cause of the poor.'" Whether it were the unexpected bringing up of his mother's name, or the remembrance of her spirit, something procured Miss Elizabeth a quick little bright smile of answer, very different from anything she had had from Winthrop before.