Jeb, who had the lines, left the mare's head and got up beside his bride.
"Good day, all," he said, nodding at the men on the stoop.

"Good day, Mrs.Warham." "Come and see us real soon," said Sallie.

Her fat chin was quivering; her tired-looking, washed-out eyes gazed mournfully at the girl who was acting and looking as if she were walking in her sleep.
"Good day, all," repeated Jeb, and again he made the clucking sound.
"Good-by and God bless you," said the preacher.

His nostrils were luxuriously sniffing the air which bore to them odors of cookery.
The mare set out.

Susan's gaze rested immovably upon the heavy bundle in her lap.