To his friend's great relief he did not wait for the sentence to be finished, nor did he ask embarrassing questions.
Instead he said: "I wonder what's goin' to become of that child, Mary Lathrop's girl.

Who do you suppose likely will take charge of her ?" "I don't know.

I've been wonderin' that myself, Zoeth." "Kind of a cute little thing, she was, too, as I recollect her.

I presume likely she's grown up consid'ble since.

You remember how she set and looked at us that last time we was over to see Marcellus, Shadrach ?" "Remember?
How she looked at ME, you mean! Shall I ever forget it?
I'd just had my hair cut by that new barber, Sim Ellis, that lived here 'long about then, and I told him to cut off the ends.