If you talk like that about him, I shall have to go away." "Fer the land sakes! You don't say," said Mrs.Brady, sitting down hard in astonishment on the biscuit upholstery of her best parlor chair.

"Now you ain't Bessie's child! Well, I _am clear_ beat.

And growed up so big! You look strong, but you're kind of thin.

What makes your skin so black?
Your ma never was dark, ner your pa, neither." "I've been riding a long way in the wind and sun and rain." "Fer the land sakes!" as she looked through the window to the street.

"Not on a horse ?" "Yes." "H'm! What was your ma thinkin' about to let you do that ?" "My mother is dead.