Give me time, an' mebbe I'll get used to it." "I hope so," she smiled.

"I should feel lost if I could not kiss my brother.

You have washed, too!" she added, noting his glowing face and his freshly combed hair.
"Yes, ma'am." "Mary!" she corrected.
"Mary," grinned Sanderson.
Mary turned to the stove.

"You go out and find a chair on the porch," she directed, over her shoulder.

"I'll have supper ready in a jiffy.
It's too hot for you in here." Sanderson obeyed.