There's no need of mother's working so hard, either.

I can't charge for mixing up doses of herbs, as she wants me to, for I don't do it for anybody that isn't too poor to pay the doctor, but I earn enough besides, so neither of you need to work your fingers to the bone or go without everything.

I'll give you some money.

Get yourself a blue silk with roses on it; seems to me I saw one in meeting last Sunday." Elmira laughed out with a sweet ring.

Her black hair was tossing in the spring wind, her whole face showed variations and under-meanings of youthful bloom and brightness in the spring light.
"'Twas Lucina Merritt wore the blue silk with roses on it; it rustled against your knee when she passed our pew," she cried.