"What, Hiel?" asked Dolly.
"Yes, Hiel Jones! he's the conceitedest fellow that ever I did see. You can't look out of a window but he thinks your running to look at him."
"And wasn't you running to look at him?" asked Dolly.
"Land o' Goshen, no! What should I want to look at him for? I jest wanted to see—well, them horses he's got."
"Oh," said Dolly.
Upon reflection she added,
"I thought you liked Hiel, Nabby."
"You thought I liked Hiel?" said Nabby laughing. "What a young 'un! Why, I can't bear the sight of him," and Nabby greased her griddle with combative energy. "He's the saassiest fellow I ever see. I cant bear him!"
Dolly reflected on this statement gravely, while Nabby dropped on the first griddleful of cakes; finally she said,
"If you don't like Hiel, Nabby, what made you sit up so late with him Christmas night?"