He swallowed hard, hesitated, swallowed again and stammered: "I-- Why, I--that is--you see--" She laughed merrily.

"You are a very poor pretender, Jed," she declared.

"Confess, you haven't the least idea what opinion I mean." "Well--well, to be right down honest, I--I don't know's I have, Mrs.Ruth." "Of course, you haven't.

There isn't any opinion.

You have been sitting there for the last five minutes, staring straight at me and picking that paint brush to pieces.