I ought to be ashamed to fish for an invitation the way I did, but I'm not.

I haven't been down to the Hart ranch yet; and I've heard enough about it to drive me crazy with the desire to see it.
Your Aunt Phoebe I've met, and fallen in love with--that's a matter of course.

She told me to visit her just any time, without waiting to be invited especially.

Isn't she the dearest thing?
Oh! that's a train order, I suppose--sixteen is about due.

Excuse me, chicken." She was busy then until the train came screeching down upon the station, paused there while the conductor rushed in, got a thin slip of paper for himself and the engineer, and rushed out again.