Mr. Jenney's presence in the city was the best news heard by Charles in many a day.
"He's as popular a man as there is in the county," declared Mr. Jenney.
"You don't have as good things to eat up at Mis' Jenney's as I give you," she remarked.
He's the man Mr. Jenney said wanted you to be a senator, isn't he?
"Mr. Jenney said something else that—that I wanted to ask you about," she went on, breathing more deeply.
"Mr. Jenney also made other reflections about my youth," said Austen.
The garment was a dark blue, and Mr. Jenney felt of its gossamer weight with a good-natured contempt.
But Mr. Jenney was hitching the horse and throwing a blanket over him.
Looking about him, Mr. Jenney put his hand to his mouth, and added, "Didn't expect to see you trailin' on to this here kite."
"You're not a-going to do anything of the kind," cried Mrs. Jenney from the doorway.