"How do I like 'em?" said Winthrop; — "I can't like anybody upon five minutes' notice."
"One of 'em's pretty, ain't she? — the one with the light- coloured hair?"
"I suppose so," said Winthrop, tying his chain.
"I guess they like it here pretty well," Asahel went on.
"Didn't you see how they looked at everything?"
"No."
"They looked up, and they looked down, and on one side and the other side; and every now and then they looked at you."
"And what did you look at?"
"I looked at them, — some."
"Well," said Winthrop laughing, "don't look at them too much,
Asahel."
"Why not?"