"Don't compare yourself to me, Indiana. I'm an old woman."
"You'd be hopping mad, if anyone else called you that."
"I can take a privilege which I wouldn't allow to others," said Mrs. Bunker, sweetly. "I mean I'm an old woman compared to you, Indiana; I have experience and discretion, to back up my roving spirit."
"Em—n!" said Indiana.
She was lying on a nest of pillows, reading, surrounded by dormer windows, in one of the upper rooms of the farm-house.
"Look at pa out there in the rain with his rubber coat and hat. He's a sight! Wonder if Glen will be over to-day."
"Appears to me, you're always looking for Glen."
"There's no one else to look for, here, is there?"
"Girls your age generally do attach themselves to the man who's around."
"I'm no more attached to Glen than I ever was. Everybody likes him. He's a good fellow."