He raised me." "I guess pretty much everybody's a Beardy Man nowadays, if he ain't a Dunkard!" Miss Mela looked round for applause of her sally, but March was saying to his wife: "It's a Pennsylvania German sect, I believe--something like the Quakers.

I used to see them when I was a boy." "Aren't they something like the Mennists ?" asked Mrs.Mandel.
"They're good people," said the old woman, "and the world 'd be a heap better off if there was more like 'em." Her son came in and laid a soft shawl over her shoulders before he shook hands with the visitors.

"I am glad you found your way here," he said to them.
Christine, who had been bending forward over her fan, now lifted herself up with a sigh and leaned back in her chair.
"I'm sorry my father isn't here," said the young man to Mrs.March.
"He's never met you yet ?" "No; and I should like to see him.

We hear a great deal about your father, you know, from Mr.Fulkerson." "Oh, I hope you don't believe everything Mr.Fulkerson says about people," Mela cried.

"He's the greatest person for carrying on when he gets going I ever saw.