"Well she's a pretty creetur!" said Douglass, looking up with some animation. "I wouldn't blame any man that sot a good deal by her. I will say I think she's as handsome as my own darter; and a man can't go no furder than that, I suppose."
"She wont help his farming much, I guess," said uncle Joshua, "nor his wife nother."
Fleda heard Dr. Quackenboss coming through the doorway, and started from her corner, for fear he might find her out there, and know what she had heard.
He very soon found her out in the new place she had chosen, and came up to pay his compliments. Fleda was in a mood for anything but laughing, yet the mixture of the ludicrous which the doctor administered set her nerves a-twitching. Bringing his chair down sideways at one angle and his person at another, so as to meet at the moment of the chair's touching the floor, and with a look and smile, slanting to match, the doctor said
"Well, Miss Ringgan, has a Mrs. Rossitur does she feel herself reconciled yet?"
"Reconciled, Sir?' said Fleda.
"Yes a to Queechy?"
"She never quarrelled with it, Sir," said Fleda, quite unable to keep from laughing.
"Yes I mean a she feels that she can sustain her spirits in different situations?"
"She is very well, Sir, thank you."