There isn't a rose that's too good to take a bee in.

Go do your own courting, and trust me to do mine.

Courting's in our blood--I sha'n't disgrace the family." Burr Gordon went past his cousin with a smothered ejaculation.

Lot laughed again, and tramped, coughing, away to the Hautville house.
When he drew near the house the chorus within were still practising "Strike the Timbrel." When he opened the door and entered there was no cessation in the music, but suddenly the girl's voice seemed to gain new impulse and hurl itself in his face like a war-trumpet.
Burr Gordon kept on to Minister Jonathan Fair's great house in the village, next the tavern.

There was a light in the north parlor, and he knew Dorothy was expecting him.