"Oh, no;" with an alarmed expression.
"And even I shall not last a hundred years. No one does."
"Oh, yes. I knew a woman who lived to be one hundred and four."
"Did she come to want?"
"She had a good son to take care of her."
"And you have Cousin Chilian. I read somewhere in the Bible—I wish I could remember the chapters and verses, 'While we have time let us do good unto all men.' I suppose that means those who haven't been frugal and careful, as well as the others."
"We can't tell just what every sentence means."
"But we can help them. And here is a poor woman who doesn't go to taverns;" smiling tenderly and with persuasive eyes.
They picked out enough for a wagon-load. Some of Cousin Chilian's clothes that would do to cut over, old woollen blankets, and a variety of articles.
"Let us put them all in this chest."