And she wished that Joshua, her Joshua, would return.

She herself had thought that, so far as she was concerned, those periods of tender and gentle sentiment would be episodic; but it was another thing for him to think so--and to show it frankly.

"I feel as if I'd had an adventure with a bear," said she, half-laughing, half-resentful.
"So you did," declared he; "I'm a bear--and every other sort of animal--except rabbit.

There's no rabbit in me.

Now, your men--the Grant Arkwrights--are all rabbit." "At least," said she, "do refrain from tearing my hair down.