"Mrs.Penhallow will send Mrs.Lamb here for a few days, and some--oh, some little luxuries--ice and fresh milk." The Baptist did not like it.

Was this to keep him in the way he had resolved not to go.

"Thank you and her," he returned, and then added abruptly, "How are you meaning to vote, Squire ?" "Oh, for Fremont," replied Penhallow, rather puzzled.
"Well, that will be good news in Westways." It was to him, too, and he felt himself free.

"Isn't Mrs.Penhallow rather on the other side ?" He had no least idea that the question might be regarded as impertinent.
Penhallow said coldly, "My wife and I are rather averse to talking politics.

I came back to say that I want you to feel free to make use of my library--just as Rivers does." "Now that will be good.