What else would you call it now ? Me , poor , scared to speak -- and Mattie ups and does it for me , bless her . Yes , I 've been longing for romance all my life , and I 've got it at last . None of your commonplace courtships for me , I always said . Them was my very words . And I guess this has been a little uncommon -- I guess it has . Anyhow , I 'm uncommon happy . I never felt so romantic before . Get up , my nag , get up . '' The Tryst of the White Lady `` I wisht ye 'd git married , Roger , '' said Catherine Ames . `` I 'm gitting too old to work -- seventy last April -- and who 's going to look after ye when I 'm gone . Git married , b ` y -- git married . '' Roger Temple winced . His aunt 's harsh , disagreeable voice always jarred horribly on his sensitive nerves . He was fond of her after a fashion , but always that voice made him wonder if there could be anything harder to endure . Then he gave a bitter little laugh . `` Who 'd have me , Aunt Catherine ? '' he asked . Catherine Ames looked at him critically across the supper table . She loved him in her way , with all her heart , but she was not in the least blind to his defects .
She did not mince matters with herself or XXXXX other people .
across after at before for in of on to with