With a wide smile running from cheek to cheek, pushing up a big dimple at each end, her lips barely touching, her eyes dancing, she sat looking at him.
"This IS the most blessed season for warming up the heart," she said.
"If you want the half of my kingdom, ask quickly.

I'm in the mood to bestow it." How she laughed! He just had to loosen up a little, and smile back, even though it looked pretty stiff.
"Well, I'll not tax you so far," he said.

"I only want Mr.Stanton." "But he is the whole of the kingdom, and the King to boot!" she laughed, dimpled, and flamed redder.
Mr.Pryor stared at her wonderingly.

You could even see the wonder, like it was something you could take hold of.

I suppose he wondered what could make a woman so happy, like that.
"Lucky man!" he said.