You've been absorbing knowledge from those pardners of yours.

Your talk shows it.

You're changed a lot--that way.
Every other way you're the same old Wes!" "Now, that sounds better!" said Pringle in his most complacent tones.
"I want to talk about myself, always, Stella May Vorhis; we've come thirty miles and I've heard Christopher Foy, Foy, Foy, all the way! It's exasperating! It's sickening!" But Stella was not to be flustered.

She held her head proudly.
"It's you that have been talking about him.

I told you you'd like him, John Wesley." "Yes, you did--and I do.