There were tears in Sylvia's eyes, but her face above her sister's head was radiant.

"Don't, Hannah," she said.
"It's all over now, you know." "Is he--goin' to have you now--Sylvy ?" "I guess so, maybe," said Sylvia.
"I suppose you'll go to his house, this is so run down." "He's goin' to fix this one up." "You think you'd rather live here, then?
Well, I s'pose I should.

I s'pose he's goin' to buy it.

The town hadn't ought to ask much.

Sylvy Crane, I can't get it through my head, nohow." "What ?" said Sylvia.
"How you run out this nice place so quick.