I see by the way she takes hold that she'll do everything, and you're jest beat out.' So between us we had our way.
"'Bless you, miss,' said the man, trying to smile in a way that almost made me cry, 'I'm as handy as a woman 'bout a kitchen;' and he soon proved that he was handier than I could have been, for in a few minutes he pulled up from the well a pail, took out a dressed chicken, and broiled it to perfection.

I made his wife eat some of it, and saved a little of the breast for poor Tilly, as they call her." "Did you take any yourself ?" interrupted Graydon.
"Oh, yes, indeed! I'm one of those prosaic creatures whose appetite never fails.

If the world were coming to an end to-day I should insist on having my breakfast." "Madge," said Graydon, ruefully, "I might as well tell you, for I'm sure to be found out: I once called you 'lackadaisical.'" "Oh, I knew that over two years ago! What's more, you were right." "No; I was not right," he answered, positively.

"I should have recognized the possibilities of your nature then.

I did in regard to your beauty, but not those higher qualities which bid fair to make you my patron saint." "Oh, hush, Graydon.