Of course we should HAVE to do that." Jed nodded, but he made no comment.

His visitor watched him from beneath the hat brim.
"You--you haven't any objection to Mr.Phillips, have you ?" she queried.
"Eh?
Objections?
To Charlie?
Oh, no, no." "You like him, don't you?
Father likes him very much." "Yes, indeed; like him fust-rate.

All hands like Charlie, the women-folks especially." There was a perceptible interval before Miss Hunniwell spoke again.
"What do you mean by that ?" she asked.
"Eh?
Oh, nothin', except that, accordin' to your dad, he's a 'specially good hand at waitin' on the women and girls up at the bank, polite and nice to 'em, you know.

He's even made a hit with old Melissy Busteed, and it takes a regular feller to do that." He would not promise to appear at the Hunniwell home on Thanksgiving, but he did agree to think it over.

Maud had to be content with that.