1 He wants I should have a hired girl.
2 "I wanted to make the supper-table pretty," she said.
3 He saw his blunder before she could take it up: she wanted sympathy, not consolation.
4 He wanted to get the feeling of it into his hand, so that it would sleep there like a seed in winter.
5 Besides, he hated lying; if he wanted the money he wanted it, and it was nobody's business to ask why.
6 Zeena continued in the same even tone: "I wanted you should stay and fix up that stove in Mattie's room afore the girl gets here."
7 She ate well, declaring that the mild weather made her feel better, and pressed a second helping of beans on Jotham Powell, whose wants she generally ignored.
8 It was long past the dinner-hour when the job was done, and Ethan had to give up going to the village because he wanted to lead the injured horse home and wash the cut himself.
9 He would have liked to linger on, watching her tidy up and then settle down to her sewing; but he wanted still more to get the hauling done and be back at the farm before night.
10 The builder refused genially, as he did everything else: he treated the matter as something in the nature of a practical joke, and wanted to know if Ethan meditated buying a grand piano or adding a "cupolo" to his house; offering, in the latter case, to give his services free of cost.
11 Here, after considerable search, and sympathetic questions as to what he wanted it for, and whether ordinary flour paste wouldn't do as well if she couldn't find it, the widow Homan finally hunted down her solitary bottle of glue to its hiding-place in a medley of cough-lozenges and corset-laces.