Ware flung the match-stick away and settled himself comfortably into his chair.

The others were talking amongst themselves of old times, and Sylvia experienced a sense of ease and security in the minister's company.
"Those people across there are talking of the Hoosiers that used to be, and about the good folks who came into the wilderness and made Indiana a commonwealth.

I'm a pilgrim and a stranger comparatively speaking.

I'm not a Hoosier; are you ?" "No, Mr.Ware; I was born in New York City." "Ho! I might have known there was some sort of tie between us.

I was born in New York myself--'way up in the Adirondack country.