She just began helping father plan how we'd manage until we could get material and build another cabin, and make our supplies hold out.
She didn't complain.

But her eyes had the same look I've seen in yours, Mrs.Morris.So I feel as if I ought to help you, just as I'd help mother." Bud's face had been red and embarrassed when he began, but his earnestness served to erase his selfconsciousness.
"You're different--just like mother," he went on when Marian did not answer.

"You don't belong here drudging in this kitchen.

I never saw a woman doing a man's work before.

They ought to have a man cooking for all these hulking men." "Oh, the kitchen!" Marian exclaimed impatiently.