"I always say I can see where Lester gets his comical ways. Like his uncle, that boy keeps us all laughing."
"Gad, look at her blush! I know women your age would give fifty dollars a blush to do it that way."
She was looking away again, shoulders heaving to silent laughter, the blush still stinging.
"It's been so—so long, Mr. Haas, since I had compliments made to me—you make me feel so—silly."
"I know it, you nice, fine woman, you, and it's a darn shame!"
"Mr.—Haas!"
"I mean it. I hate to see a fine woman not get her dues. Anyways, when she's the finest woman of them all!"
"I—the woman that lives to see a day like this—her daughter the happiest girl in the world with the finest boy in the world—is getting her dues all right, Mr. Haas."
"She's a fine girl, but she ain't worth her mother's little finger nail."
"Mr.—Haas!"