"He's as old as you are."
"He is not a year older than your aunt Jane."
"And I love Sim, dear grandpa," she pleaded.
"Don't you dare to think of him again! Williamson—"
"I will certainly not think of him," with a flash of her eyes.
"I have forbidden Black ever coming here again, and I'll wear him out with a cowhide if I ever hear of your speaking to him."
"Brother, brother," remonstrated Miss Jane's exasperatingly gentle voice from the dining-room door, her small person half hidden in an armful of mending.
"Don't 'brother' me! What have you been doing, not to look after this girl? But women are contrary creatures, all of them, and enough to drive a man distracted with their piety and sentimental foolishness!"
He went out upon the piazza, and sat down to let his vexation cool, while Pamela was folded in her grandaunt's comforting little arms, to the detriment of the linen, which received a copious shower of tears. But if she wept she was also determined. As old Elbert had once shrewdly said:
"Miss Pamely's er Galer, too, en got de Galer will, en de Galer temper, en things gwinter fly to pieces when she en ole Mars come tugether."