"Andrew Brewster, what is the matter ?" said she.

Ellen turned her flower-like face towards her father, who took a swallow of tea without saying a word, though he shuffled his feet uneasily.

"Andrew, you answer me," repeated Fanny.
"There ain't anything the matter," answered Andrew, with a strange sullenness for him.
"There is, too.

Now, Andrew Brewster, I ain't goin' to be put off.

I know you're on the shelf on account of hard times, so it ain't that.
It's something new.