'Thar's nothin' mo' suitable all round for the purpose than a lamb,' was what I said to ma.

'She can make a pet of it at first, an' then when it gets too big to pet, she can turn it into mutton.'" "But I wouldn't--I'd never let it be killed--the little darling!" "Now, that's foolishness, I reckon," he returned admiringly, "but thar's something downright takin' in foolishness as long as a woman is pretty.
I don't mind it, an' I don't reckon ma would unless it turned to wastefulness.

Is thar' any hope you've changed yo' mind since the last time I spoke about marriage ?" "No, I haven't changed, Mr.Halloween." He sighed not passionately, but with a resigned and sentimental regret.
"Well, in that case, it's a pity I've wasted so much time wantin' you, I reckon," he rejoined.

"It ain't sensible to want what you can't have, an I've always tried to be sensible, seein' I'm a farmer.

If I hadn't set my fancy on you I'd have waited on Blossom Revercomb as likely as not." They had reached the house, and she did not reply until she had entered the living-room and placed the lamb in a basket.