One felt when she spoke that while she lacked nothing of intelligent understanding and sympathetic interest, she was quite ready to laugh at you just the same.
When the two stood speechless, she said, looking straight at Brian: "It seems to me, sir, that the young lady has all the best of the argument.
But I really think she should have some dry clothes as well." She turned to the dripping and dishevelled Judy: "You poor child.

Aren't you cold! It is rather early in the season for a dip in the river, I should think.

Let me take whatever you have there, and you make for the house as fast as you can go,--the run will warm you." As she spoke, she went to the mountain girl, holding out her hand to take the manuscript, and smiling encouragingly.
But Judy backed away, her stealthy, oblique gaze fixed with watchful surprise on the fair stranger.
"This here ain't none of your put-in," and her shrill drawling monotone contrasted strangely with the other's pleasing voice.

"Where'd you-all happen from, anyhow?
How'd you-all git here ?" "I came over the bluff by the path," answered the other.

"You see, I left the train from the south at White's Crossing because I knew I could drive up from there by the river road quicker than I could go by rail away around through the hills to Thompsonville, and then make the drive down the river from there.