"If a woman's going to marry a man, I calculate it's her place to go to him when he's sick and wants her," she added.
"Is his cough worse ?" "Ain't his cough bad all the time?
Well, I'm going.

If folks 'ain't got any feelings, they 'ain't.

I've got to make some porridge for him." Madelon opened the door for her.

"I'll come over after supper," said she; "you can tell him so." After supper Madelon went over to Lot's in the early twilight.

The tinkles and gurgles and plashes of water came mysteriously from all sides through the dusk.