She said she was glad you'd found an estimable woman to make a home for you." "Oh, she did." He said this, too, in that queer, funny, quiet kind of way.
"Yes." I spoke, decided and firm.

I'd begun to think, all of a sudden, that maybe he didn't appreciate Mother as much as she did him; and I determined right then and there to make him, if I could.

When I remembered all the lovely things she'd said about him-- "Father," I began; and I spoke this time, even more decided and firm.
"I don't believe you appreciate Mother." "Eh?
What ?" He made _me_ jump this time, he turned around with such a jerk, and spoke so sharply.

But in spite of the jump I still held on to my subject, firm and decided.
"I say I don't believe you appreciate my mother.

You acted right now as if you didn't believe she meant it when I told you she was glad you had found an estimable woman to make a home for you.