You're on the mend; and it won't do you any harm to please your--" "It isn't that," he interrupted.

"Honestly, I'm only afraid it might spoil somebody's appetite.

Edith--" "I told you the child was too sensitive," she interrupted, in turn.
"You're a plenty good-lookin' enough young man for anybody! You look like you been through a long spell and begun to get well, and that's all there is to it." "All right.

I'll come to the party.

If the rest of you can stand it, I can!" "It 'll do you good," she returned, rustling into the hall.