Without moving he waited until she had crossed the log and stood looking up at him from the near side of the stream.
"Abel, are you still angry with me ?" she asked, smiling.
Dropping the key into the lock, he walked slowly to the end of the mill-race, and descended the short steps to the hillside.
"No, I'm not angry--at least I don't think I am--but I've taken your advice and given you up." "But, Abel---" "I suppose you meant to take Mr.Mullen all the time that you were making a fool of me.

He's a better man for you, probably, than I am." "Do you really think that ?" she asked in a tone of surprise.

"Would you like to see me married to him ?" He hesitated an instant and then answered: "I honestly believe that it is the best thing for you to do." Instead of producing the effect he had foreseen his advice brought a luminous moisture to her eyes.
"I suppose you think it would do me good to be preached to three times a day ?" she rejoined.
"Well, I believe it wouldn't hurt you, Molly," he responded with a smile.
His attitude of renouncement drew her suddenly nearer.
"It wasn't about Mr.Mullen that I came to talk to you--there is something else." "Surely you aren't thinking of Jim Halloween ?" "No, no, it isn't a man.

Why do you seem to think that the beginning and middle and end of my existence is a man?
There are times when I find even a turkey more interesting." "It is about a turkey, then, that you have come to see me ?" "Oh, no, it's a man, after all, but not a lover--he's Mr.Chamberlayne, the lawyer, from Applegate.

Yesterday when he was spending the day at the big house, he came over to see me." "Had he never seen you before ?" "Of course, when I was little--and later he took me to school in Applegate.