"Absurd! There's another specimen of masculine stupidity.

I'll warrant you, if the women had the management of things, the good-for-nothing brutes would be sheared every day." "Jest as they be to hum," slily suggested Glover, who knew better.
"Certainly," said Aunt Maria, aware that cows were milked daily.
The Moquis were very hospitable; they absolutely petted the strangers.

At nearly every house presents were offered, such as gourds full of corn, strings of dried peaches, guavas as big as pomegranates, or bundles of the edible wrapping paper, all of which Aunt Maria declined with magnanimous waves of the hand and copious smiles.

Curious and amiable faces peeped at the visitors from the landings and doorways.
"How mild and good they all look!" said Aunt Maria.

"They put me in mind somehow of Shenstone's pastorals.