"You know I had to put in a bag of straw to fill up, when I came on,--I couldn't have things rattle around." Miss Deborah laughed.

"You need your aunt to look after you, my dear." "Or a wife," said Miss Ruth, looking up at him over her gleaming spectacles.
"Nonsense," replied her sister vigorously; "don't put such ideas into his head, if you please.

I must say such jokes are not in good taste, dear Ruth." But Miss Ruth was more anxious about her light than Gifford's marriage.
"You are really so big, Giff," she complained mildly, "you darken the whole studio, standing there in the doorway.

Do pray sit down." Gifford obediently took his seat upon the step, and this brought his face on a level with Miss Ruth's.
"Oh, that is nice," the little lady said, with gentle enthusiasm.

"I shall have your eyes to look at.