"I do not know; I do not know," he put her away with, from time to time.

In the end Mrs.Chump leaned over to Arabella.
"Don't have 'm, my dear," she murmured.
"You mean-- ?" quoth Arabella.
"Here's the driest stick that aver stood without sap." Arabella flushed when she took the implication that she was looking on the man as a husband.

Adela heard the remarks, and flushed likewise.
Mrs.Chump eyed them both.

"It's for the money o' the man," she soliloquized aloud, as her fashion was.

Adela jumped up, and with an easy sprightly posture of her fair, commonly studious person, and natural run of notes "Oh!" she cried, "I begin to feel what it is to be like a live fish on the fire, frying, frying, frying! and if he can keep his Christian sentiments under this infliction, what a wonderful hero he must be! What a hot day!" She moved swiftly to the door, and flung it open.