She's more
quiet than some of our girls be, and higher notions, and she's young and
haint never been away nowhere, and no wonder if he waits on her she
should take a kind o' fancy to him."
"You know, ma," continued Madeline, "that Dave Rollin would never take
her home among his folks, never; and if I was Becky's mother I'd shut the
door in his face before I'd ever have him fooling around my house, and
she should never stir out of the house with him, never!"
"I don't suppose there's much use in talking to the girl," said Grandma:
"Emily was in here the other day, and Becky, she happened to come in the
same time, and I didn't see no use in Emily's speaking up in the way she
did; for, says she, 'What do you have that Dave Rollin flirtin' around
you for, Beck? What do you suppose he wants o' you 'cept to amuse himself
a little when he ain't nothin' better to do, and then go off and forgit
he's seen ye!' And Becky didn't say nothin', but she give Emily a
dreadful long, quiet kind of a look out of her eyes."
"She hasn't lost quite all of Weir's temper since she's been seeking
religion," said Madeline, in a strangely light and vivacious tone.
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