Kate Chopin

“ They walked into the house with it, and out of the house with it, and into remote corners with it. All this with much putting of heads together, and talking together in familiar and unfamiliar languages. ”

“ Certainly enough to top the old cabin with new shingles; to put shoes on all the little bare feet and food into the hungry mouths. Maybe enough – and Fifine’s heart fairly jumped into her throat at the vision – maybe enough to buy Blanchette and her tiny calf that Unc’ Siméon wanted to sell!
“It’s jis like you say, Fifine,” murmured old Cléophas, huskily, when he had played upon the new fiddle that night. “It’s one fine fiddle; an’ like you say, it shine’ like satin. But some way or udder, ‘t ain’t de same. Yair, Fifine, take it – put it ‘side. ”