"I would suggest that if we can't speak civilly, we eat our supper in silence.

This is very good food; I could enjoy it, if I had a chance." She helped herself to another soda biscuit and a second piece of fried chicken and calmly began eating them.
"That's a good idy!" said Mrs.Holt.
"Then why don't you practice it ?" said her son.
Thereupon began a childish battle for the last word.

Kate calmly arose, picked up her plate, walked from the room, down the hall, and entering her own room, closed the door quietly.
"You fool! You great big dunderheaded fool!" cried Mrs.Holt.

"Now you have done it, for the thousandth time.

She will start out in less than no time to find some place else to stay, an' who could blame her?
Don't you know who she is?
Ain't you sense in your head?
If there was ever a girl you ort to go after, and go quick an' hard, there she is!" "What?
That big beef! What for ?" asked George.
"You idjit! You idjit! Don't you sense that she's a daughter of Adam Bates?
Him they call the Land King.