There ain't arry bit of meanness about me!" "But you'll let me stay here in the country ?" pleaded Susan.

Her imagination was torturing her with pictures of herself in Sutherland and the people craning and whispering and mocking.
"You go where I go," replied Jeb.

"A woman's place is with her man.

And I'll knock anybody down that looks cockeyed at you." "Oh!" murmured Susan, sinking back against the support.
"Don't you fret, Susie," ordered Jeb, confident and patronizing.
"You do what I say and everything'll be all right.

That's the way to get along with me and get nice clothes--do what I say.
With them that crosses me I'm mighty ugly.