But," she added, returning to the less important topic, "I s'pose Cressy came all right." "Yes," said the master hopelessly.
"I reckon she looked so," continued Mrs.McKinstry, with tolerant abstraction.

"She allowed to do herself credit in one of them new store gownds that she got at Sacramento.

At least that's what some of our men said.

Late years, I ain't kept tech with the fashions myself." She passed her fingers explanatorily down the folds of her own coarse gown, but without regret or apology.
"She seemed well prepared in her lessons," said the master, abandoning for the moment that criticism of his pupil's dress, which he saw was utterly futile, "but am I to understand that she is coming regularly to school--that she is now perfectly free to give her entire attention to her studies--that--that--her--engagement is broken off ?" "Why, didn't she tell ye ?" echoed Mrs.McKinstry in languid surprise.
"SHE certainly did," said the master with slight embarrassment, "but"-- "Ef SHE said so," interrupted Mrs.McKinstry abstractedly, "she oughter know, and you kin tie to what she says." "But as I'm responsible to PARENTS and not to scholars for the discipline of my school," returned the young man a little stiffly, "I thought it my duty to hear it from YOU." "That's so," said Mrs.McKinstry meditatively; "then I reckon you'd better see Hiram.

That ar' Seth Davis engagement was a matter of hern and her father's, and not in MY line.