Transom was inordinately fond.

Her chatter was interrupted at length with some abruptness.
"I suppose," said 'Lizabeth meditatively, "you was pretty, once." Mrs.Transom, with her hand on the bottle, stared, and then tittered.
"Lud! my dear, you ain't over-complimentary.

Yes, pretty I was, though I say it." "We ain't neither of us pretty now--you especially." "I'd a knack o' dressin'," pursued the egregious Mrs.Transom, "an' nice eyes an' hair.

'Why, Maria, darlin',' said William one day, when him an' me was keepin' company, 'I believe you could sit on that hair o' yours, I do reely.' 'Go along, you silly!' I said, 'to be sure I can.'" "He called you darling ?" "Why, in course.

H'ain't you never had a young man ?" 'Lizabeth brushed aside the question by another.
"Do you love him?
I mean so that--that you could lie down and let him tramp the life out o' you ?" "Good Lord, girl, what questions you do ask! Why, so-so, o' course, like other married women.