`` I suppose it 's true , this time ? '' said Mrs. Jonas . `` Yes , indeed , '' said Mrs. Eben briskly . `` Sara is set on it . There is no use trying to move her -- you know that -- so I 've just concluded to make the best of it . I 'm no turn-coat . Lige Baxter is Lige Baxter still , neither more nor less . I 've always said he 's a fine young man , and I say so still . After all , he and Sara wo n't be any poorer than Eben and I were when we started out . '' Mrs. Jonas heaved a sigh of relief . `` I 'm real glad you take that view of it , Louisa . I 'm not displeased , either , although Mrs. Harmon would take my head off if she heard me say so . I always liked Lige . But I must say I 'm amazed , too , after the way Sara used to rail at him . '' `` Well , we might have expected it , '' said Mrs. Eben sagely . `` It was always Sara 's way . When any creature got sick or unfortunate she seemed to take it right into her heart . So you may say Lige Baxter 's failure was a success after all . '' X . THE SON OF HIS MOTHER Thyra Carewe was waiting for Chester to come home .
She sat by the west window XXXXX the kitchen , looking out into the gathering of the shadows with the expectant immovability that characterized her .
Sara So after although into of on than to turn-coat