I hope he'll shave first, an' put on his coat.

I never see such a lookin' sight as he was when I met him jest now." "I didn't see as he looked very bad," said Sylvia, with dignity.
"It seems as if it would kill me jest to think of it," sobbed Sarah Barnard, turning tremulously away.
"Don't you feel bad about it any longer, Sarah," Sylvia said, half absently.

Her hair blew out wildly from under her hood over her flushed cheeks; she smiled as if at something visible, past her sister, and past everything around her.
"I tell you there ain't nothin' to be killed about!" Hannah called after Sarah; she caught hold of Sylvia's arm.

"Sarah always was kind of hystericky," said she.

"That spare-rib will be all dried up, an' I wouldn't give a cent for it, if you don't come along." Richard Alger and Sylvia Crane were married very soon.