When father came in he looked at mother, and she said: "I haven't the details, but she understands too well.

The Pryor mystery isn't much of a mystery any more.

God help their poor souls, and save us from suffering like that!" She said so little and meant so much, I couldn't figure out exactly what she did mean, but father seemed to understand.
"I've often wondered," he said, but he didn't say what he wondered, and he hurried to the barn and saddled our best horse and came in and began getting ready to ride, and we knew he would go northwest.

I went back to the catalpa tree and wondered myself; but it was too much for me to straighten out: just why my mother wanting to give the traveller man another chance would make the Princess feel like that.

If she had known my mother as I did, she'd have known that she ALWAYS wanted to give every man a second chance, no matter whether he was young or old.
Then I saw Laddie coming down the Big Hill beside the church, but he was riding so fast I thought he wouldn't want to bother with me, so I slid from the tree, and ran to tell mother.