"But here are three of us openly displayed, and unless you turn us all down as unworthy, it will be necessary for you to make a choice." "What foolishness are you girls up to now ?" demanded Uncle John, catching a stray word from the other corner while engaged in a desperate struggle with the Major.
"This is a time for you to keep quiet, Uncle," retorted Patsy, merrily.
"We've got important things to consider that are none of your affairs, whatever." Skim reflected that he didn't want this one, except as a last resort.
She was "too bossy." "When I started out," he said, "I jest come a-courtin', as any feller might do thet wasn't much acquainted.

But ef I've got to settle down to one o' ye--" He hesitated.
"Oh, you must really take one at a time, you know," asserted Louise.
"It's the only proper way." "Then I'll start on thet dark-eyed one thet's a sewin'," he said, slowly.
Beth looked up from her work and smiled.
"Go ahead, Mr.Clark," she said, encouragingly.

"My name is Beth.

Had you forgotten it ?" "Call me Skim," he said, gently.
"Very well, Skim,--Now look here, Patsy Doyle, if you're going to sit there and giggle you'll spoil everything.

Mr.Clark wants to court, and it's getting late." "P'raps I've went fur enough fer tonight," remarked Skim, uneasily.
"Next time they'll leave us alone, an' then----" "Oh, don't postpone it, please!" begged Beth, giving the boy a demure glance from her soft brown eyes.