Better hop on that car before it goes." I could not resist the temptation.

I rode home in the car, and felt like a thief when I paid the fare.

Five cents gone to pay for my folly! I was grateful for a cold supper; thrice grateful to hear that Mrs.
Hutch, the landlady, had been and gone, content with two dollars that my father had brought home.
Mrs.Hutch seldom succeeded in collecting the full amount of the rents from her tenants.

I suppose that made the bookkeeping complicated, which must have been wearing on her nerves; and hence her temper.

We lived, on Dover Street, in fear of her temper.