I know well enough I ain't such a beauty that Skinner an' the Colonel is what you might call infatuated with me, and I don't expect 'em to be.

Pa's got money, and if he didn't have I guess the Colonel an' Skinner wouldn't bother their heads about me much; but if they like me for pa's money now I guess they'll like me for it just as well after they marry me, for I'll have it well known that money don't go out of my name.

And I'll let this book agent man know it too.
If it's pa's money he's in such a hurry to get, he'll find out his mistake." "I rather like the book agent," said Mrs.Smith.

"He doesn't seem to me at all the adventurer type." "His whiskers do make him look like a preacher," said Miss Sally, "if that's what you mean; but if he means business he ought to know I ain't the kind of bird to be caught with boxes of candy.

Neither Skinner nor the Colonel is so silly as to think that." She smoothed her apron across her knees, and looked at its checked pattern.
"Seems to me," she said, with a touch of regret, "this ain't no time or age for such foolishness.