"Here you go, son," says he. "Merry Christmas! And I hope you'll take good care of my daughter."
The new chauffore, standing there in the snow—he was tall and a right good-looking chap too—he touches his cap.
"Thank you, sir," says he.
I seen the car move on away. It didn't turn in at our alley, but went on to the next gate, because our road wasn't quite finished yet. A minute afterward Bonnie Bell had me inside the door in the hall and was kissing us both, right in front of a sad-looking man in clothes like ours.
We stood for just a minute near the big door, and before we got it shut she looked out once more into the night, with the lights shining all through the snow, and the trees looking white and thin in the drift.
"Call the chauffore in and have him get a drink," says Old Man Wright. "That was a cold ride."
But by this time he was gone; so we all turns back to wrastle with this sad man, who evident was intending to mix it with us.
V - Us and the Home Ranch
When all three of us—Old Man Wright and Bonnie Bell and me—went inside the door of that big new house we stood there for a minute or so; and at first I thought we had got into the wrong place—especial since that sad man looked like he thought so too.