I laughed when I seen him first.

Little lame fellar, crooked-legged an' ragged, with thet awful homely face! But I forgot how he looked next time he came." "That's just it.

He's not much to look at, but you forget his homeliness right off," replied Columbine, warmly.

"You feel something behind all his--his looks." "Wal, you an' me are women, an' we feel different," replied Mrs.
Andrews.

"Now my men-folks take much store on what Wade can _do_.