That's what I told Mrs.Jim Jones and Mrs.Sam Elliot." "I'm glad he's got back," Henry said, after Horace had gone up-stairs for the night and the couple were in their own room, a large one out of the sitting-room.
"So am I," assented Sylvia.

"It seems real good to have him here again, and he's dreadful tickled with his new rooms.

I guess he's glad he wasn't shoved off onto Mrs.Jim Jones or Mrs.Sam Elliot.

I don't believe he has an idea of getting married to any girl alive.

He ain't a mite silly over the girls, if they are all setting their caps at him.