I would not be such a parrot.

I want to finish my letter now." Mrs.Yorke concluded her letter, and two mornings later the Yorkes took the old two-horse stage that plied between the Springs and the little grimy railway-station, ten miles away at the foot of the Ridge, and metaphorically shook the dust of Ridgely from their feet, though, from their appearance when they reached the railway, it, together with much more, must have settled on their shoulders.
The road passed the little frame school-house, and as the stage rattled by, the young school-teacher's face changed.

He stood up and looked out of the window with a curious gaze in his burning eyes.

Suddenly his face lit up: a little head under a very pretty hat had nodded to him.

He bowed low, and went back to his seat with a new expression.