No, it ain't loud!" she replied with more direct condescension.

"It's the latest thing from Applegate--the girls are all crazy about it--jest the little artistic trifle that catches a woman's eye." In the end, under the sting of her rebuke, though but half convinced, he concluded the purchase and went out, bearing the box of ornamented paper under his arm.

An hour later, after the letter was written, misgivings besieged him anew, and he stood holding the envelope at arm's length, while he frowned dubiously at the emblematic dove on the flap.
"It doesn't look just right to me," he said under his breath, "but Mrs.
Bottom ought to know, and I reckon she does." The letter went, and the next afternoon he followed it in person to Jordan's Journey.

Gay was coming down the walk when he reached the lawn, and after a moment's hesitation they stopped to exchange a few remarks about the weather.
"There's something I want to explain to you, Revercomb," said Jonathan, wheeling back abruptly after they had parted.

"Molly has become a member of our household, you see; so my relation to her is really that of a cousin.