"Why, just from what you have taught them Uncle Wesley and Aunt Margaret never think of killing a caterpillar until they look whether it's the beautiful June moth kind, or the horrid tent ones.

That's what you can do.

You go straight ahead!" "Billy, you are a jewel!" cried Elnora, throwing her arm across his shoulders as they came down the path.
"My, I was scared!" said Billy with a deep breath.
"Scared ?" questioned Elnora.
"Yes sir-ee! Aunt Margaret scared me.

May I ask you a question ?" "Of course, you may!" "Is that man going to be your beau ?" "Billy! No! What made you think such a thing ?" "Aunt Margaret said likely he would fall in love with you, and you wouldn't want me around any more.

Oh, but I was scared! It isn't so, is it ?" "Indeed, no!" "I am your beau, ain't I ?" "Surely you are!" said Elnora, tightening her arm.
"I do hope Aunt Kate has ginger cookies," said Billy with a little skip of delight..