Then she turned her clear gray eyes upon Mr.Boland.

"Excuse me for interrupting you, please." "Don't mention it! People always have to interrupt me when they want to say anything.

And now may I put a question or two?
About--geography--history--that sort of thing ?" The eyes further considered Mr.Boland.
"You are not very complimentary to Mr.Thompson's house party, I think," said Mary in a cool, little, matter-of-fact voice.
Altogether a cool-headed and practical young lady, this midget schoolma'am, with her uncompromising directness of speech and her clear eyes--a merry, mirthful, frank, dainty, altogether delightful small person.
Francis Charles stole an appreciative glance at the trim and jaunty figure beside him and answered evasively: "It was like this, you know: Was reading Mark Twain's 'Life on the Mississippi.' On the first page he observes of that river that it draws its water supply from twenty-eight States, all the way from Delaware to Idaho.

I don't just see it.

Delaware, you know--that's pretty steep!" "If it were not for his reputation I should suspect Mr.Clemens of levity," said Mary.