"Just so, just so.

I have observed that." "But I'm afraid," Gifford went on, "they wouldn't be quite happy there.
There's no church, you know,--I mean no Episcopal Church,--and then it isn't like Ashurst.

Except Helen and Mr.Ward, there are only working people, though, for that matter, Ward works harder than anybody else.
Yes, they would miss Ashurst too much." "You really think they would miss--us ?" said Mr.Denner eagerly.
"Yes," responded Gifford slowly.

He was beginning to look at the bunch of violets again, and his aunts did not seem so interesting.
"Well, now," Mr.Denner said, "I am sure I am glad to hear you say that, very glad.

We--ah--should miss them, I assure you." Gifford reached out and plucked up the violets by the roots, to save them from Mr.Denner's drab gaiter, and planted them deep in a crevice of the steps.
"Ah--Gifford," said the lawyer, after he had waited a reasonable time for an answer, "a--a friend of mine is in some perplexity concerning an attachment; he wished my advice." Gifford began to look interested.
"Foreclosure ?" "You--ah, you do not exactly catch my meaning," answered the little gentleman nervously.