Andy regarded his stylish sister-in-law as a very choice gem, which was not to be handled too roughly, but he was not afraid of her; he was seldom afraid of anybody, and when Richard was gone, he walked boldly up to Ethelyn and said: "I don't want to be meddlesome, but 'pears to me if you'd spoke out your feelings to Dick, you'd said, 'Tell Melinda Jones I don't want to see her, neither to-night nor any time.' Mebby I'm mistaken, but honest, do you want to see Melinda ?" There was something so straightforward in his manner that, without being the least offended, Ethelyn replied: "No, I do not.

I am sure I should not like her if she at all resembles her brother^ that terrible Timothy." Andy did not know that there was anything so very terrible about Tim.

He liked him, because he gave him such nice chews of tobacco, and was always so ready to lend a helping hand in hog-killing time, or when a horse was sick; neither had he ever heard him called Timothy before, and the name sounded oddly, but he classed it with the fine ways of his new sister, who called him Anderson, though he so much wished she wouldn't.
It sounded as if she did not like him; but he said nothing on that subject now--he merely adhered to the Jones question, and without defending Tim, replied: "Gals are never much like their brothers, I reckon.

They are softer, and finer, and neater; leastways our Daisy was as different from us as different could be, and Melinda is different from Tim.

She's been to Camden high-school, and has got a book that she talks French out of; and didn't you ever see that piece she wrote about Mr.Baldwin's boy, who fell from the top of the church when it was building, and was crushed to death?
It was printed, all in rhyme, in the Camden _Sentinel_, and Jim has a copy of it in his wallet, 'long with a lock of Melinda's hair.