She did not so care.
"They don't want me, Uncle Shad," she said.

"And I don't want to go." "Course they want you," declared Shadrach, stoutly.

"If they didn't want you they wouldn't ask you, 'tain't likely.

And I heard that young Keith feller askin' you to go out sailin' with him this very afternoon." "You didn't hear his sister ask me, did you?
There, there, Uncle Shad, don't worry about me.

I'm having a good time; a very much better time than if I went sailing with the Keiths." "What's the matter with the Keiths?
They're as nice folks as come to South Harniss." "Of course they are." "Well, then! And you're as good as they are, ain't you ?" "I hope so.