She had never seen a more beautiful boy.

But he was slender, and would need mothering.
"You're comin' to it nicely," she called down to him.

"It feels funny to start with, but in the end you'll a'most get to like it." "I _do_ like it." She considered for a while.
"If that's so," she said, "you 'd better strip all over an' 'ave done with it.

I was bringin' you to it gradual." "But--" "Oh, _that's_ all right.

I knows my manners.