"That's right," she said, affably; "don't mind me! Just go right on spoonin' even when I'm around.

I don't mind.

And I don't wonder you took to her, Cousin William.

She's a peach, for fair,--ain't she ?" "She certainly is," said Farnsworth, forcing a polite smile, but conscious of a strong desire to choke his new-found relative.
His utterly discouraged face roused Patty to fresh efforts at hospitality, and taking Azalea's arm, she persuaded her to get up from the lounging chair.
On her feet, the girl shook herself with a careless abandon of manner, unheeding the fact that a hairpin flew from her loosened hair, and she dropped the handkerchief, gloves and small bag that she had had in her lap.
"Oh, pshaw," she said, as Bill restored them, "ain't I awful! That's me--dropping things all the time! But I can pick them up myself--don't you be bothering." She stuffed gloves and handkerchief in the bag, slinging it on her arm.

"My, what a vine!" she said, pulling down a branch of the wistaria,--and, incidentally, breaking it off.
"Oh, golly! Look what I done! Just like me! But you've got plenty left." She tossed the broken branch out on the lawn, and then turned to follow Patty, already in the doorway.
"I'm coming!" she said, "lead the way, Cousin, I'll trail you.