"Didn't know you for a minute, with that shawl over your front crimps.

What you got on your mind; anything except sawdust ?" Jed was too much perturbed even to resent the loathed name "Jedidah." "Philander," he whispered, anxiously; "say, Philander, what does she want?
Mrs.Armstrong, I mean?
What is it you're comin' back for at four o'clock ?" Philander looked down at the earnest face under the ancient sweater.

Then he winked, solemnly.
"Well, I tell you, Shavin's," he said.

"You see, I don't know how 'tis, but woman folks always seem to take a terrible shine to me.
Now this Mrs.Armstrong here-- Say, she's some peach, ain't she!-- she ain't seen me more'n half a dozen times, but here she is beggin' me to fetch her my photograph.

'It's rainin' pretty hard, to-day,' I says.