"William can get that woman over to the North Village now, or I can come, or your aunt Hannah would come for a while, till Rebecca gets well enough to see to him a little.

She was sayin' yesterday that it wa'n't fit for you to stay here." "I'm here, and I'm going to stay here till he's better than he is now," said Charlotte.
"Folks will talk." "I can't help it if they do.

I'm doing what I think is right." "It ain't fit for an unmarried woman like you to be takin' care of him," said her mother, and a sudden blush flamed over her old face.
Charlotte did not blush at all.

"William comes in every day," she said, simply.
"I think he could get along a while now with what William does an' what we could cook an' bring in," pleaded her mother.

"I'd come over every day an' set a while; I'd jest as lieves as not.