"He looks like a nice boy."
"He is. He's quite sensible, when you get to know him."
"Well, go to the door, Elizabeth. He looks as if he might run away if he wasn't admitted instantly."
"I guess he has heard you're here."
"How do you do?" Tom Robbins said to the widening crack that gave him his glimpse of Elizabeth, "I can't wait till you get the door open."
"How do you do?" said Elizabeth.
"Is Captain Swift at home? I don't want to see him, but I have to ask for him because he told me to."
"No, but my mother is," Elizabeth said.
"Well, I want to see her."
"Here she is, then. Mother," Elizabeth led the way into the living room, "this is Mr. Robbins."