Strong-willed woman as she was, he knew that Cedric would rule her utterly; the lad's wheedling ways and blarneying tongue had already won her heart.

Cedric never could be made to understand why people were afraid of Mrs.Herrick.
"Have you come to spend the afternoon with me, Malcolm ?" "Yes, if you will have me.

I have some news for you, mother." Malcolm was little nervous, and spoke with some abruptness.

Mrs.Herrick laid down her pen and looked at him intently.
"You need not tell me," she returned quietly.

"I know your news--I can read it in your face--Elizabeth Templeton has promised to marry you." "Mother, are you a witch ?" in an astonished tone.