"Hush, this minute! You're talking nonsense, I AM a South Harniss girl and I'm NOT a Boston young lady.

My chief reasons for being so very happy at the thought of coming home here for my Christmas vacation were, first, that I should see you and Uncle Zoeth and Isaiah and the house and the horse and the cat and the hens, and, next, that I could help you with the Christmas trade at the store.

I know perfectly well you need me.

I'm certain you have been absolutely lost without me.

Now, really and truly, haven't you ?" "Not a mite," declared the Captain, stoutly, spoiling the effect of the denial, however, by adding, although his partner had not spoken: "Shut up, Zoeth! We ain't, neither." Mary laughed.