You're more jolly, I think.

I don't like girls who turn out to be solemn after you know them a while; I was afraid you might.

You know it's a long time since I saw you." "Why, then, sister can't be solemn, for everybody says you and she are great friends," she replied with a light laugh, readjusting the lace of her bodice.
"So we are; nobody about here I think as much of as I do of your sister.

She's been mighty good to me.

But you know what I mean: I mean those don't-touch-me kind of girls who are always thinking you mean a lot of things when you're only trying to be nice and friendly to them.
I like to be a brother to a girl and to go sailing with her, and fishing, and not have her bother me about her feet getting a little bit wet, and not scream bloody murder when the boat gives a lurch.