Dad is just a little mite crazy on Come-Outers, I'm afraid." "Oh, no, I guess not! You mustn't worry.

How did Grace look to you ?" "Like the harbor light on a stormy night.

She's a brick, that girl, and gets prettier every minute.

Wonder to me some of the young chaps down here don't carry her off by main strength.

She'll make somebody a good wife." "Um-hm.