Presently the other sister observed, "I heard she was going home to-day." "Who ?" said Hawker, with a challenge in his tone.
"Why, that New York girl--Miss What's-her-name," replied the sister, with an undaunted smile.
"Did you, indeed?
Well, perhaps she is." "Oh, you don't know for sure, I s'pose." Hawker arose from the table, and, taking his hat, went away.
"Mary!" said the mother, in the sepulchral tone of belated but conscientious reproof.
"Well, I don't care.

He needn't be so grand.

I didn't go to tease him.

I don't care." "Well, you ought to care," said the old man suddenly.

"There's no sense in you wimen folks pestering the boy all the time.