I s'pose she takes after her mother," said Mrs.Maxwell.
"I think she rather favors her father's folks," said Mrs.Field.
"I heard she wa'n't very well, but seems to me she looks pretty smart." "She ain't been well at all," returned Mrs.Field, in a quick, resentful manner.
"Well, I guess she'll pick up here; Elliot's a real healthy place.
She must come over and see us real often.

This is my nephew, Francis Arms, Lois.

I shall have to get him to beau you around and show you the sights." Lois glanced timidly up at the young man, and returned his bow slightly.
"Won't you walk in ?" said Mrs.Field.
Lois went into the house with the party; the old lady still held her hand in her black-mitted one.
"I want you and my nephew to get acquainted," she whispered; "he's a real nice young man.

I'm goin' to have you an' your aunt come over an' take tea to-morrow." They all seated themselves in the south front room.

Lois sat beside Mrs.Maxwell on the high black sofa; her feet swung clear from the floor.