You've stuck them down his throat until he's had as much of them as he can swallow." For a moment Gabriella considered this ruefully.
"You don't honestly believe that he's interested in me in that way ?" she demanded in a horrified whisper.
"I don't know but one way in which a man's ever interested in a woman," retorted Miss Polly.

"It's either that way or it's none at all, as far as I can see.

But if I was you, honey, I'd drop him a little encouragement now and then, just to keep up his spirits.

Men ain't no mo' than flesh and blood, after all" and it's natural that he shouldn't be as crazy about the children as you are." "But why should I encourage him?
Even if you are right, I couldn't marry him.

I could never marry again." "I'd like to know why not, if you get a chance?
You're free enough, ain't you ?" "Yes, it isn't that--but I couldn't." "You ain't hankerin' after George, are you, Gabriella ?" "After George?
No!" responded Gabriella with so sincere an accent that Miss Polly jumped.
"Well, I'm glad you ain't," observed the seamstress soothingly as she stooped to pick up her sewing.