You're the third bride I've seen come here, Mistress Blythe--and the handsomest." Captain Jim contrived to give his sunflower compliment the delicacy of a violet, and Anne wore it proudly.

She was looking her best that night, with the bridal rose on her cheeks and the love-light in her eyes; even gruff old Doctor Dave gave her an approving glance, and told his wife, as they drove home together, that that red-headed wife of the boy's was something of a beauty.
"I must be getting back to the light," announced Captain Jim.

"I've enj'yed this evening something tremenjus." "You must come often to see us," said Anne.
"I wonder if you'd give that invitation if you knew how likely I'll be to accept it," Captain Jim remarked whimsically.
"Which is another way of saying you wonder if I mean it," smiled Anne.
"I do, 'cross my heart,' as we used to say at school." "Then I'll come.

You're likely to be pestered with me at any hour.
And I'll be proud to have you drop down and visit me now and then, too.
Gin'rally I haven't anyone to talk to but the First Mate, bless his sociable heart.

He's a mighty good listener, and has forgot more'n any MacAllister of them all ever knew, but he isn't much of a conversationalist.