"I want to know if it is true.

I heard that you were walking home from school with that Joy boy one day last week." Ellen looked at her grandmother without flinching, though the pink was over her face and neck.
"Yes'm, I did," said she.
"Well, I think it's about time it was put a stop to," said Mrs.
Zelotes.

"That Joy boy!" Then Fanny lost her temper.

"I can manage my own daughter, Grandma Brewster," said she, "and I'll thank you to attend to your own affairs." "You don't seem to know enough to manage her," retorted Mrs.
Zelotes, "if you let her go traipsin' round with that Joy boy." The warfare waged high for a time.

Andrew withdrew to the kitchen.
Ellen took little Amabel up in her own chamber and showed her her beautiful doll, which looked not a day older, so carefully had she been cherished, than when she first had her.