Cryey

S'pose you had n't ever in all your hull life been called “my dear;” and you was all kind of shakin' and chokin' and cryey, and glad and sorry to once with hearin' it, could you go and spile it right straight off by ownin' up you had n't no claim to it?

After a while they cried and laughed, and cried some more, and it was about as sensible as what a flock of geese say when they are let out of the barn and start for the meadow in the morning. Then father, all laughy and criey, said: “Thank God! Oh, thank God, the girl loves the home we have made for her!”