"He moved down to my end of the table, too."
Mary plumped into a chair and stared.
"Well, that finishes me. I'm coming home to lunch after this. If you prove a terrater, I'll have your back hair, Rose Dutcher."
"I couldn't help it. He didn't want to shout at me across the table."
Mary's voice softened.
"What did you talk about?"
"He talked about you."
"Did he? What did he say?"
"He said you were a good girl, and you are."
"Is that all?"