He has made his bed and he must lie in it.

I was thinking of my mother.

She must have something to eat and wear this winter, and how is she to get it, if I give up this chance of making a little money ?" "Just listen to you, now!" Bob almost shouted.

"One would think to hear you talk that you are used to handling greenbacks by the bushel.
You are a pretty looking ragamuffin to call a hundred and fifty dollars 'a little money,' are you not?
It's more than your old shantee and all you've got in it are worth.

Go on!" he yelled, shaking his riding whip at David, as the latter hurried down the road toward home.