"I reckon, he'll want a' the comfort he can get out o' either pipe or drink afore he's done."
Her father went out of doors, evidently to finish his pipe.
Bessy said passionately,
"Now am not I a fool,--am I not, Miss?--there, I knew I ought for to keep father at home, and away fro' the folk that are always ready for to tempt a man, in time o' strike, to go drink,--and there my tongue must needs quarrel with this pipe o' his'n--and he'll go off, I know he will,--as often as he wants to smoke--and nobody knows where it'll end. I wish I'd letten myself be choked first."
"But does your father drink?" said Margaret.

 'He'll want a' the comfort he can get out o' either pipe or drink afore he's done.'
Her father went outside to finish his pipe, and Bessy said passionately,
'Now am not I a fool? I knew I ought to keep father at home, and away fro' the folk that are always ready for to tempt a man, in time o' strike, to go drink - and now he'll go off, I know he will, whenever he wants to smoke - and nobody knows where it'll end.'
'But does your father drink?' asked Margaret.
