She had resolved that there should be no interchange of unnecessary civilities between the first floor and the upper storeys.

"One can never tell how far men of that class will presume," she thought sternly.
"Don't you think he's good lookin', honey ?" inquired Miss Polly in a whisper when O'Hara had entered the house with his latchkey and closed the door after him.
"Is he?
I didn't look at him." "You wouldn't think he'd ever had a day's sickness in his life.

I reckon he's as big as your Cousin Micajah Berkeley was.

You don't recollect, him, do you ?" "He died before I was born.

Are those wisps of gray green, in the border, pinks, Miss Polly ?" "Clove pinks like your ma used to raise.