"'Cordin' to my notion," he said, "you wouldn't have to know much.

You wouldn't have to manage her.

If she wasn't managin' you--yes, and me, too--inside of a month, I'd miss my guess.

She's a born manager.

You ought to see her handle them dolls and that cat." When the two partners of Hamilton and Company went upstairs to their own bedrooms they opened the door of the spare room and peeped in.
Mary-'Gusta's head and those of the dolls were in a row upon the pillow.
It was a strange sight in that room and that house.
"I declare!" whispered Zoeth.