She was scowling, and her starched apron-strings were rampant at her slim back.
"Well," she said, with a snap, "I'm glad somebody has come.

Supper's been ready for the last quarter of an hour, and I don't know but the corn is spoiled.

How do you do, Mr.Meeks?
I'll be glad to have you stay to supper, but I don't know as there's a thing fit to eat." "Oh, I'll risk it," Sidney said.

"You can't have anything worse than I've got at home.

I had to go to Alford about that confounded Ames case.