Would Albert like _him_?
Of course he would.

They were both such _dear_ men.
And as the hours wore on, Katy grew more and more excited and nervous.
She talked about Albert to her mother till she wearied that worthy woman, to whom the arrival of any one was an excuse for dressing if possible in worse taste than usual, or at least for tying an extra ribbon in her hair, and the extra ribbon was sure to be of a hue entirely discordant with the mutually discordant ones that preceded it.

Tired of talking to her mother, she readily found an excuse to buy something--ribbons, or candles, or hair-pins, or dried apples--something kept in the very miscellaneous stock of the "Emporium," and she knew who would wait upon her, and who would kindly prolong the small transaction by every artifice in his power, and thus give her time to tell him about her Brother Albert.

He would be so glad to hear about Albert.

He was always glad to hear her tell about anybody or anything.
And when the talk over the counter at the Emporium could not be farther prolonged, she had even stopped on her way home at Mrs.Ferret's, and told her about Albert, though she did not much like to talk to her--she looked so penetratingly at her out of her round, near-sighted eyes, which seemed always keeping a watch on the tip of her nose.