Tell Keziah who you air.

I'll be along, soon as I unhitch and feed the mare." Susan was staring stupidly at the house--at her new home.
"Git down," he said sharply.

"You don't act as if your hearin' or your manners was much to brag on." He felt awkward and embarrassed with this delicately bred, lovely child-woman in the, to him, wonderfully fine and fashionable dress.

To hide his nervousness and to brave it out, he took the only way he knew, the only way shy people usually know--the way of gruffness.

It was not a ferocious gruffness for a man of his kind; but it seemed so to her who had been used to gentleness only, until these last few days.