"There's only one of you----"

"And we haven't come back to be put on pedestals."

"You were put on pedestals before you went away."

"I'll be spoiled if you talk to me like that."

"I shall talk as I please, Randy. Major Prime, isn't he as handsome as
a--rose?"

"_Mother_----"

"Well, you are-----"

"Mother, if you talk like this to the boarders, I'll go back and get
shot up----"

She clung to him. "Randy, don't say such a thing. He mustn't talk
like that, must he, Major?"

"He doesn't mean it. Paine, this looks to me like the Promised
Land----"

"I'm glad you like it," said Mrs. Paine, "and now if you don't mind,
I'll run along and kill the fatted calf----"

She kissed her son, and under a huge umbrella made her way through the
poppies that starred the grass----