Her smile was the one really beautiful thing about Molly, but as far as her immediate purpose went it served her as successfully as a host.
"By George, I like your devotion to the old chap!" he exclaimed.

"I hope a girl will stick by me as squarely when I am beginning to totter." "Have you ever been as good to one ?" she asked quite seriously, and wondered why he laughed.
"Well, I doubt if I ever have, but I'd like very much to begin." "You're not a grandfather, Mr.Jonathan." "No, I'm not a grandfather--but, when I come to think of it, I'm a cousin." She accepted this with composure.

"Are you ?" she inquired indifferently after a minute.
While she spoke he asked himself if she were really dull, or if she had already learned to fence with her exrustic weapons?
Her face was brimming with expression, but, as he reminded himself, one never could tell.
"I haven't any cousin but you, Molly.

Don't you think you can agree to take me ?" She shook her head, and he saw, or imagined he saw, the shadow of her indignant surprise darken her features.
"I've never thought of you as my cousin," she answered.
"But I am, Molly." "I don't think of you so," she retorted.

Again, as in the case of Kesiah's advances, she was refusing to constitute a law by her acknowledgment.
"Don't you think if you tried very hard you might begin to ?" "Why should I try ?" "Well, suppose we say just because I want you to." "That wouldn't help me.