There he sat on the edge of his bed and devoured his pie.

The rich spicy compound and the fat plums melted on his tongue, and the savor thereof delighted his very soul.
Then Ephraim got into bed and pulled the quilts over him.

For the first and only occasion in his life he had had a good time.
The next morning Ephraim felt very ill, but he kept it from his mother.

He took his medicine of his own accord several times, and turned his head from her, that she might not notice his laboring breath.
In the middle of the forenoon Deborah went out.

She had to drive over to Bolton to get some sugar and tea.