“I don’t think,” said Mrs. Milvey, glancing at the Reverend Frank, “⁠—and I believe my husband will agree with me when he considers it again⁠—that you could possibly keep that orphan clean from snuff. Because his grandmother takes so many ounces, and drops it over him.”

“But he would not be living with his grandmother then, Margaretta,” said Mr. Milvey.