"And then I'm so sure to tell all the rest with my tongue.

I do wish I knew what were your faults." "My faults?
What for ?" "I don't know.

Seems to me, if I could think of your faults instead of mine, it wouldn't be so hard to look sweet." Annie could but see that there was more earnestness than fun in the queer talk of her new acquaintance.
The truth was, that Jenny had been having almost as hard a struggle with her tongue as Dick Lee with his, though not for the same reason.

Before many minutes she had frankly told Annie all about it, and she could not have done that if she had not somehow felt that Annie's "sweetness" was genuine.
The two girls were sure friends after that, much to the surprise of Mr.
Dabney Kinzer.

He, indeed, had been too much occupied in caring for all his guests, to pay especial attention to any one of them.
His mother had looked after him again and again, with eyes brimful of pride and of commendation of the way in which he was acquitting himself as "host." Mrs.Foster herself remarked to her husband, who had now arrived,-- "Do you see that?
Who would have expected as much from a raw, green country boy ?" "But, my dear, don't you see?
The secret of it is, that he's not thinking of himself at all he's only anxious that his friends should have a good time." "That's it; but then, that, too, is a very rare thing in a boy of his age." "Dabney," exclaimed the lawyer in a louder tone of voice.
"Good-evening, Mr.Foster.