Mrs.Clover desired to be friendly with her sister's daughter, but would stand no "cheek," and had said so.
"Polly's all right," remarked Mr.Gammon finally.

"Don't you fret about her.

She ain't that kind.

I know 'em." "Then why did you say just now--" "Because you riled me, sending Minnie away." Again Mrs.Clover reflected, and again she looked her friend steadily in the face.
"Why did you want her to stay ?" Mr.Gammon's heated visage glowed with incredible fervour.

He shrugged his shoulders, shuffled his feet, and at length burst out with: "Well, I should think you know.