You've found me out, I s'pose.

You know I ain't like Jim, nor John, and I can't hold a candle to old Dick, but sometimes I've hope you liked me a little, even if you do keep calling me Anderson.

I wish you wouldn't; seems as if folks think more of me when they say 'Andy' to me." "Oh, Andy, dear Andy," Ethelyn exclaimed: "I do like you so much--like you best of all.

I did not mean you when I said I was disappointed." "Who, then ?" Andy asked, in his straightforward way.

"Is it mother?
She is odd, I guess, though I never thought on't till you came here.