Of course he hadn't wanted to talk about it before.

He guessed he could keep a close mouth as well as the next one.
The Merle twin at this momentous meal sat as one enthroned, receiving tribute from fawning subjects.

His name was already Merle Whipple, and he was going to have a pony to ride, and he would come sometimes to see them.

His cordial tolerance of them quite overcame Mrs.Penniman again.
She had to feign an errand to the kitchen stove, and came back dropping the edge of her apron from her eyes.

Winona was exalted; she felt that her careful training of the child had raised him to this eminence, and she rejoiced in it as a tribute to her capacity.