Have you got anything in the house to eat ?" "I've got a few things," replied Sylvia, evasively.
"What ?" "Some potatoes an' apples." "Potatoes an' apples!" Hannah began to sob again.

"To think of your comin' to this," she wailed.

"My own sister not havin' anything in the house to eat, an' settin' out for the poor-house, an' everybody in town knowin' it." "Don't feel bad about it, Hannah; it's all over now," said Sylvia.
"Don't feel bad about it! I guess you'd feel bad about it if you was in my place," returned Hannah.

"I s'pose you think now you've got Richard Alger that there's nothin' else makes any odds.

I guess I've got some feelin's.