"No; but wait awhile--just let me take my time. I mean to begin from this day to cultivate, to polish, and we shall see."
"You are a very strange, a very unaccountable boy, Martin. But don't imagine you ever will be handsome; you cannot."
"I mean to try. But we were talking about Mrs. Pryor. She must be the most unnatural mamma in existence, coolly to let her daughter come out in this weather. Mine was in such a rage because I would go to church; she was fit to fling the kitchen brush after me."
"Mamma was very much concerned about me; but I am afraid I was obstinate. I _would_ go."

"You are a very strange, unaccountable boy, Martin."
"But Mrs. Pryor must be the most unnatural mamma in existence, to let her daughter come out in this weather."
"Mamma was very much concerned about me; but I was obstinate. I would go. 