'Twa'n't any favor; I owed it to you." He was turning the shirt over in his hands.
"Well," he began, then stopped and looked fixedly at the garment.
"I see you've mended that hole in the sleeve," he said.

"You didn't owe me that, did you ?" She changed color slightly.
"Oh," she said, with a toss of her head, "that's nothin'.

Just for good measure.

I never could abide rags on anybody that--that I had to look at whether I wanted to or not." "'Twas real good of you to mend it, Emeline.

Say," he stirred the sand with his boot, "you mentioned that you cal'lated I'd changed some, was more of a man than I used to be.