"I wouldn't have you be anything else, though it's none of my business." For one swift instant she hesitated; then she laid her hand in his.
"There's no reason why we should not," she said.

"Your father's respectable." She looked at him again with a sidelong glance, and with a whimsical, reserved smile at her lips.
"Yes, he's respectable, I agree, but he's dull," answered Dyck.

"For an Irishman, he's dull--and he's a tyrant, too.

I suppose I deserve that, for I'm a handful." "I think you are, and a big handful too!" "Which way are you going ?" he asked presently.
"And you ?" "Oh, I'm bound for home." He pointed across the valley.

"Do you see that smoke coming up from the plantation over there ?" "Yes, I know," she answered.