His method of making up to Bell had been to drop in at T'nowhead on Saturday nights and talk with the farmer about the rinderpest.
The farm kitchen was Bell's testimonial.

Its chairs, tables, and stools were scoured by her to the whiteness of Rob Angus's sawmill boards, and the muslin blind on the window was starched like a child's pinafore.

Bell was brave, too, as well as energetic.

Once Thrums had been overrun with thieves.

It is now thought that there may have been only one, but he had the wicked cleverness of a gang.