What's he doin' goin' off there to his meetings, and I don't know what all, an' leavin' them here alone ?" "Why, ain't Mr.Beaton with 'em ?" asked the old woman.

"I thought I heared his voice." "Mr.Beaton! Of course he is! And who's Mr.Beaton, anyway ?" "Why, ain't he one of the men in Coonrod's office?
I thought I heared--" "Yes, he is! But who is he?
What's he doing round here?
Is he makin' up to Christine ?" "I reckon he is.

From Mely's talk, she's about crazy over the fellow.
Don't you like him, Jacob ?" "I don't know him, or what he is.

He hasn't got any manners.

Who brought him here?
How'd he come to come, in the first place ?" "Mr.Fulkerson brung him, I believe," said the old woman, patiently.
"Fulkerson!" Dryfoos snorted.