You frighten me; but not very much, for you would not watch me so closely if you did not love me--a little." "Not a little, Miss Bartley." "Mary, please." "Mary.

I have seen you a sickly child; I have been anxious--who would not?
I have seen you grow in health and strength, and every virtue." "And seen me tumble into the water and frighten you out of your senses, and there's nothing one loves like a downright pest, especially if she loves us; and I do love you, Mr.Hope, dearly, dearly, and I promise to be a pest to you all your days.

Ah, here he comes at last." She made two eager steps to meet him, then she said, "Oh! I forgot," and came back again and looked prodigiously demure and innocent.
Walter came on with his usual rush, crying, "Mary, how good of you!" Mary put her fingers in her ears.

"No, no, no; we are forbidden to communicate." Then, imitating a stiff man of business--for she was a capital mimic when she chose--"any communication you may wish to honor me with must be addressed to this gentleman, Mr.Hope; he will convey it to me, and it shall meet with all the attention it deserves." Walter laughed, and said, "That's ingenious." "Of course it is ingenuous," said Mary, subtly.

"That's my character to a fault." "Well, young people," said Hope, "I am not sure that I have time to repeat verbal communications to keen ears that heard them.