"Armfuls and armfuls."
"As much as your mother?"
"Very near as much."
"As much as Amelia?"
"Every bit as much."
"How much do you think Jenny loves me?"
"Ever so much."
"No. Jenny loves Roddy best; then Mark; then Dank; then Mamma; then Papa; then me. That isn't ever so much."
Catty was vexed. "You didn't oughter go measuring people's love, Miss
Mary."
Still, that was what you did do. With Catty and Jenny you could measure till you knew exactly where you were.