Before seeing the commercial, Dickerson was no Deschanel admirer.
As for his own career aspirations, Dickerson and a friend are venturing to Southern California for six months.
She looked up and around, and saw Mr. Dickerson in the seat behind her.
She was without any definite purpose in asking, "How is Mrs. Dickerson?"
It was an old-fashioned sweep-and-bucket well at the Dickerson's, but Janice managed it.
Hiram saw the older Dickerson turn, stare, and then start toward them.
I had just time to turn that boy of Dickerson's off before I was called away.
Rough and uncouth as the farmer was, Dickerson likely had his feelings like other people.
It was to find out, if possible, whether or not this was so, that Mrs. Dickerson went out West.
"Well, it's good for sore eyes to see you again," said Mr. Dickerson, closing both of his hands on hers.