"And she's been working overtime, trying to reform me.

Wanted to pin me down to 'my goodness!' and 'oh, dear!'-- with all this excitement taking place on the ranch!" "I wasn't swearing at all.

Grant has been shoveling sand all afternoon, building a dam over by the fence, and the water has been rising and rising till--" She waved her hand gloomily at her bedraggled Aunt Phoebe working like a motherly sort of gnome in its shadowy grotto.

"Oh, if I were Aunt Phoebe, I should just shake you, Grant Imsen!" "Try it," he invited, his eyes worshiping her in her pretty petulance.
"I wish you would." As Miss Georgie went past them down the steps, her face had the set look of one who is consciously and deliberately cheerful under trying conditions.
"Don't quarrel, children," she advised lightly.

"Howdy, Mrs.Hart?
What are they trying to do--drown you ?" "Oh, these boys of mine! They'll be the death of me, what with the things they won't do, and the things they WILL do.