"Yes, ma'am."
"You're a fool."
"That's true, too, ma'am."
"It would be like you to go about in that dummy way,—wouldn't it;—and you that was so fond of Miss Dorothy."
"I was fond of her, ma'am."
"Of course you'll be talking to her;—and why not? And if she should say anything about returning—"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You can say that you know her old aunt wouldn't,—wouldn't refuse to have her back again. You can put it your own way, you know. You needn't make me find words for you."
"But she won't, ma'am."
"Won't what?"