There ain't any use in your lookin' at me, Sylvia, but if you can make up your mind to have me, I'll try my best, an' do all I can to make it all up to you in the time that's left." "I'm afraid you've had a dreadful hard time, livin' alone so long, an' tryin' to do for yourself," said Sylvia, pitifully.
"I'm glad I have," replied Richard, grimly.
He clasped Sylvia closer; her best bonnet was all crushed against his breast.

He looked around over her head, as if searching for something.
"Where's the sofa gone ?" he asked.
"I gave it to Rose for a weddin' present.

I thought I shouldn't ever need it," Sylvia murmured.
"Well, I've got one, it ain't any matter," said Richard.
He moved towards the rocking-chair, drawing Sylvia gently along with him.
"Sit down, Sylvia," said he, softly.
"No, you sit down in the rocking-chair, Richard," said Sylvia.

She reached out and pulled a flag-bottomed chair close and sat down herself.

Richard sat in the rocking-chair.
Sylvia untied her bonnet, took it off, and straightened it.