"You aren't angry, are you, Aunt Phoebe ?" she coaxed.

"You--you know you said you wanted me to be par-TIC-ularly nice to Grant!" "Great grief, child! You needn't choke me to death.

Of course I'm not angry." But Phoebe's eyes did not brighten.
"You look angry," Evadna pouted, and kissed her placatingly.
"I've got plenty to be worked up over, without worrying over your love affairs, Vadnie." Phoebe's eyes sought Grant's anxiously.

"I don't doubt but what it's more important to you than anything else on earth, but I'm thinking some of the home I'm likely to lose." Evadna drew back, and made a movement to go.
"Oh, I'm sorry I interrupted you then, Aunt Phoebe.

I suppose you and Grant were busy discussing those men in the orchard--" "Don't be silly, child.