He went into the garden and watched from behind a honeysuckle bush until he saw her finally lift her head and wipe her eyes; then he sauntered back, and sat down on the step beside her.
"That's right," he said.

"Cry it out, and get it over.

It was pretty mean of them to come out here and insult you, and tell any lie they could think up, and then drive away and leave you; but don't mind, they'll soon get over it.

Nobody ever keeps up a fuss over a wedding long." "Nancy Ellen never told a lie in her life," said Kate.

"She has too much self-respect.