"And no doubt she has heard that we're fearfully vulgar." "Well, we ain't," said Dad in a relieved voice; "and as for those plans of hers, I reckon she'll have to outgrow them.

Buck up, my boy! One look at Elizabeth will show her she's mistaken." "You don't know my mother," Blakely replied; "I feel that I haven't known her till now.

It's out of the question, our staying here after what has happened.

Let's go up to Del Monte, and let's not wait four months for the wedding.

Why can't we be married this week?
I'm done with my mother and with the whole tribe of Porters; they're not my kind, and you and Elizabeth are." "Tom, I never felt, that I had a father till I found you.