Still, she was at all times pleasant and friendly and he tried to be content.
"Mr.Boyle, you've been awfully good," she rewarded him when it was over.

"And I think Mr.Dill is fine! Do you know, he waltzes beautifully.

I'm sure it was easy to keep _my_ side of the bargain." Billy noticed the slight, inquiring emphasis upon the word _my_, and he smiled down reassuringly into her face.

"Uh course mine was pretty hard," he teased, "but I hope I made good, all right." "You," she said, looking steadily up at him, "are just exactly what I said you were.

You are comfortable." Billy did a good deal of thinking while he saddled Barney in the gray of the morning, with Dill at a little distance, looking taller than ever in the half light.