Your sisters too.

I've no doubt we shall be very neighborly." It was wonderfully pleasant to be called by his first name by so very pretty a young lady, and yet it seemed to bring up something curious into Dabney Kinzer's throat.
"She considers me a mere boy, and she means I'd better take my fish right home," was the next thought that came to him; and he was right, to a fraction.

So the great lump in his throat took a very wayward and boyish form, and came out as a reply, accompanied by a low bow,-- "I will, thank you.

Good-afternoon, Mrs.Foster.

I'll see you to-night, Ford, about Monday and the yacht.