"I shouldn't be grand yet to my—Let's see—what relation is it I am to you?"
"Honest, you're a case, Mr. Haas—always making fun!"
"My poor dead sister's son marries your daughter. That makes you my—nothing-in-law."
"Honest, Mr. Haas, if I was around you, I'd get fat laughing."
"I wish you was."
"Selene would have fits. 'Never get fat, mama,' she says, 'if you don't want—'"
"I don't mean that."
"What?"
"I mean I wish you was around me."
She struck him then with her fan, but the color rose up into the mound of her carefully piled hair.