For you," she supplemented.

She sat down on a gray, round stone while Peter stripped the bushes at her feet, and watched to see if his colour rose while she talked, or his gaze failed to meet hers at any point.
"I'd have liked to have Ellen marry," said Ellen's mother, "she's that kind.

Having a man of her own, most any kind of a man so as he would be good to her, would mean such a lot.

If Ellen can have a little of what everybody's having, she's satisfied.

But there are some who can get a great deal more out of it than that ...