"Seemed to me you always sort of wished you hadn't settled here." A little further on they passed Mr.Fisbee.He was walking into the village with his head thrown back, a strange thing for him.

They gave him a friendly greeting and passed on.
"Well, it beats me!" observed Lige, when the old man was out of hearing.
"He's be'n there to supper again.

He was there all day yesterday, and with 'em at the lecture, and at the deepo day before and he looks like another man, and dressed up--for him--to beat thunder----What do you expect makes him so thick out there all of a sudden ?" "I hadn't thought about it.

The judge and he have been friends a good while, haven't they ?" "Yes, three or four years; but not like this.

It beats _me_! He's all upset over Miss Sherwood, I think.