She was already on perfectly familiar terms with him.

He seemed to her a delightful mixture of the ardent boy and the man who, as she understood it, was roughened by lumberman's life.

She lifted Dottie on her shoulder and turned homeward.

"I will only be a few minutes getting Harold and some candles; don't go without us, I beg of you," she pleaded.
He never thought of offering to carry the child, or call her brother for her; his ideas of gallantry were submerged in the confusion of his thoughts.

He watched her tripping lightly with the child on her shoulder.