“That's all right, m'm,” said he; “don't mention it.”
“For that boy, you know—”
“I'll fix him, m'm. He'll not insult yu' no more. I'll speak to him.”
“Now, please don't! Why—why—you were every bit as bad!” Miss Buckner pealed out, joyously. “It was the two of you. Oh dear!”
Mr. McLean looked crestfallen. “I had no—I didn't go to—”
“Why, there was no harm! To see him mean so well and you mean so well, and—I know I ought to behave better!”
“No, yu' oughtn't!” said Lin, with sudden ardor; and then, in a voice of deprecation, “You'll think us plumb ignorant.”
“You know enough to be kind to folks,” said she.
“We'd like to.”
“It's the only thing makes the world go round!” she declared, with an emotion that I had heard in her tone once or twice already. But she caught herself up, and said gayly to me, “And where's that house you were going to build for a lone girl to sleep in?”