You make me feel as if I couldn't look him in the face." "Never mind, grandma didn't mean any harm," Andrew said, soothingly.
"You needn't try to excuse me, Andrew Brewster," cried his mother, angrily.

"I guess it's a pretty to-do, if I can't say a word in joke to my own granddaughter.

If it had been a poor, good-for-nothing young feller workin' in a shoe-factory, I s'pose she'd been tickled to death to be joked about him, but now when it begins to look as if somebody that was worth while had come along--" "Grandma, if you say another word about it, I will never speak to Robert Lloyd again as long as I live," declared Ellen.
"Never mind, child," whispered Andrew.
"I do mind, and I mean what I say," Ellen cried.

"I won't have it.
Robert Lloyd is nothing to me, and I am nothing to him.

He is no better than Granville Joy.