"Hannah give her a hint 'tother day, an' I guess she took it," he said.
"I thought she looked pretty poorly," said William--"looked as if she'd been crying or something.

How do you suppose that property holds out, father?
I heard the town was allowing her on it." "Oh, I guess it'll last her as long as she lives," replied Silas, gruffly.

"Your mother had ought to had her thirds in it." "I don't know about that," said William.

"Aunt Sylvy had a hard time takin' care of grandmother." "She was paid for 't," returned Silas.
"Richard Alger treated her mean." "Guess he sat out considerable firewood an' candle-grease," assented the old man.
A customer came in then, and Ezra Ray sprang forward.

He was all excited over his brother's wedding, and was tending store in his place that day.