"I don't forget I'm only--a beggarly rider.

I couldn't have gone into the Ford at all--I was such a ragamuffin--" "Don't talk like that!" interrupted Lucy, impatiently.
"Listen," he replied.

"My askin' Bostil for you doesn't mean I've any hope.

...

It's just I want him an' everybody to know that I asked." "But Dad--everybody will think that YOU think there's reason--why--I--why, you OUGHT to ask," burst out Lucy, with scarlet face.
"Sure, that's it," he replied.
"But there's no reason.