But boardin's boardin'; 'tain't like your own home." "Caleb, it's a wonder to me you don't rent a little house and live in it.

You've got money enough; least so everybody says." "Humph! What everybody says is 'most generally lies.

What would be the sense of my hirin' a house?
I'd have to have a housekeeper and a good one costs like thunder.

A feller's wife has to get along on what he gives her, but a housekeeper--" He stopped short, seemingly struck by a new and amazing idea.

Miss Parker rambled on about the old days when "dear papa" was alive; how happy she was then, and so on, with occasional recourse to the handkerchief.