"Our visitors are always welcome, and expected to make themselves at home.

(Pointing with the carving-knife to opposite sides of the table.) Take seats, take seats, now," he concluded.
Mrs.Chapman made a motion to seat Mattie on Mr.Gusher's left, an honor she did not seem to appreciate, for she insisted on taking a seat opposite--her proper place.
When dinner was over Mr.Gusher escorted Mattie back into the parlor.
"You shall understand me better, miz, I am sure you shall, as we get better acquainted.

And now you shall zing to me, and play me some music," said he, opening the piano and arranging the stool and music.
"You will zee I shall make myself agreeable," he repeated two or three times, then extending his hand.

But instead of accepting it Mattie returned a cold, formal bow, and proceeded to the piano unaided.
"The truth is, Mr.Gusher," said Mattie, running her fingers up and down the keys, and looking up archly in Mr.Gusher's face, "I am only taking lessons, and can't play or sing so as to interest you." "Excuse, miz.

You want I pay you ze compliment.