A stern look crept over the face which had smiled at Molly but a moment before.
"This is the third time," he said, "that this has happened since Tom came and told me he would try to keep sober.

I had hoped the Spirit of God had touched him." "I know," the woman answered, turning the coat she was mending, and moving the lamp a little to get a better light; "and it's awful hard on me, so it is; that's where all our money goes.

I can't get shoes for the children's feet, let alone a decent rag to put on my back to wear of a Sabbath, and come to church.

It's hard on me, now, I tell you, Mr.Ward." "It is harder on him," John replied.

"Think of his immortal soul.