"Who's it going to be if it ain't her?
Ain't she nice-looking, sort of, after all?
And to think she can see now as good as anybody! Yes, that's her.
"How do you do, Mis' Gage ?" She spoke now aloud as Mary came toward them smiling.

The dimples in her cheek, resurrected of late, gave a girlishness and tenderness to her face that it once had lacked in her illness.
"I'm well, thank you, Mrs.Jensen.

It's a glorious day, isn't it?
I've got some fish for you.

I was going to tell Minna to take them down to you when she went home.

She's a dear, your Minna." "Well, it's right fine you should catch fish for us now," said Mrs.
Jensen.