This sensation was so gratifying while it lasted that his manner assumed a certain austerity as one who had determined to be virtuous at any cost.
Morally he was on stilts for the moment, and the sense of elevation was as novel as it was insecure.
"I know you are a good girl, Molly," he observed staidly, "that is why I am so anxious to be your friend." "Is there nothing more that I can do for you ?" she inquired, with frigid reserve, as she took up the lantern.
"Yes, one thing--you can shake hands." The expression of indignant surprise appeared again in her face, and she fell back a step, shaking her head stubbornly as she did so.
"I'd rather not--if you don't mind," she answered.
"But if I do mind--and I do." "Still I'd rather not." "Do you really dislike me as much as you dislike the miller ?" "More." "Or the rector ?" "Oh, far more.

You are a Gay." "Yes, I am a Gay," he might have retorted, "and you, my pretty savage, are very much a Gay, also." Swinging the lantern in her hand, she moved to the door, as if she were anxious to put an end to a conversation which had become suddenly too intimate.

On the threshold she looked back, and remarked in a precise, authoritative voice: "There are blankets in the bottom drawer if you find you haven't covering enough." "I shall remember--there are blankets in the bottom drawer." "Patsey will bring hot water at eight and Uncle Abednego will give you breakfast in the dining-room." "Then I'm not to have it with you ?" "With me?
Oh, I live with grandfather.

I never come to the big house except when Mrs.Gay is in town." "Do you see nothing, then, of my mother when she is at home ?" "Sometimes I help her to make raspberry vinegar or preserves.

If you hear a noise in the night it is only the acorns dropping on the roof.
There are so many oaks.