human
Then Mis Clapp she jest engaged three pounds a week regular: an' Nelly thought that'd be all they could spare now.
gpt
Pshaw! interrupted Lucinda:
human
Mis March ain't no hand to skimp: but they might spare four's well's not.
gpt
Well, said Billy,
human
I guess they will when they see the money a comin' in so easy. That'll be one dollar and sixty cents a week; and the eggs'll be say one dollar an' eighty more: that'll putty nigh keep 'em in meat 'n' flour. I'm real glad they thought on't. But I expect it goes agin Mr. March dreadful. That gal's the apple o' his eye: that's what she is.
gpt
Well, he might go hisself, then, said Lucinda, scornfully,