I can do all sorts of things after a while--cook and sweep and wash dishes and feed the chickens, and--oh, a lot of things." It was well enough that he did not see her face as she turned it away, anxious to be brave, not succeeding.
"That there looks, now, like you'd moved in," said Sim Gage.

"Looks like you'd come to stay, as the feller says." He tried to laugh, but did not make much of it; nor did she.
"Oh, I forgot," he resumed suddenly, bethinking himself of the errand which had brought him hither.

"I got a letter fer you, ma'am." "A letter?
Why, that's strange--I didn't know of any one----" "Sure, it's fer you, ma'am.

It's from Annie Squires." "Annie! Oh! what does she say?
Tell me!" Sim had the letter opened now, his face puckered.
"Why, nothing very much, ma'am," said he.

"I can't exactly see what it says--light's rather poor in here just now.