Excuse me, won't you?
He may be altogether different with his own folks." Thankful was still staring at the dubious and forbidding front door.
"It doesn't seem as if it could be," she said.

"But if you say so of course 'tis." "Yes, ma'am, I guess 'tis.

That's Sol Cobb's henhouse and the old rooster is in, judgin' by the signs.

Those are his rubbers on the step.
Wearin' rubbers winter or summer is a habit of his.

Humph! I'm talkin' too much again.