"Maybe 'tain't so big a change as you think; I have a habit of blowin' up a squall when I'm gettin' ready to calm down.

But, anyway, that young-one would change anybody's mind.

She's different from any girl of her age ever I saw.
She's pretty as a little picture and sweet and wholesome as a--as a summer sweet apple.

She don't pester, and she don't tease, and she don't lie--no, sir, not even when I'd consider layin' the course a p'int or two from the truth a justifiable proceedin'.

She's got inside my vest, somehow or 'nother, and I did think I was consider'ble of a hard-shell.
She's all right, Mary-'Gusta is.