"What did he give e', Jack? Quick! Out with it!"
As a matter of custom the youth gave up his money.
"A crown! Just the same great silly gawk he always was. Never knowed anybody with such large notions touching money. But them notions breed thin purses."
"A very fine gentleman all the same, granny, an' a rides butiful, an' have a flashing eye, an' a voice as makes you run to do his bidding. He'm awful proud, but I like him."
"'Like him!' You ungrateful little toad, you ought to cuss him for speaking so wicked to your grandam."
"There was laughter in his eyes more'n once."
"Go an' pick snails; go an' pick snails! They'll swarm after the rain. I see the ducks gulching 'em by the quart. My snail-barrel be running low."
She watched young John start to obey, then spoke to herself.
"'Likes him!' Maybe he does. Blood's thicker'n water."