Girl?
Not a day older?
Why, if feelin's count for anything, I'm as old as Methusaleh.

Haven't I had enough to make me old ?" He was grave immediately.
"I beg your pardon, Keziah," he said.

"I'm a dough head, that's a fact.
I hadn't forgot about Sol, but I was so glad to be home again and to see dad and Grace and the old town and you that everything else flew out of my mind.

Poor Sol! I liked him." "He liked you, too.

No wonder, considerin' what you did to--" "Belay! Never mind that.