Excerpts!

From Eleanor Hallowell Abbott's The Sick-A-Bed Lady:

He thought it was a splendid victory, but when he tried to explain it to his friend, he found that “Boo yourself!” seemed a fatuous proof of so startling a truth, and was obliged to compromise on the statement: “Well, of course, it wasn't so much what she said as the way she said it.”

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“Am I pretty sick?” she whispered deferentially.
“Yes – I think you are very pretty – sick,” said the Young Doctor, and he towered up to a terrible, leggy height and laughed joyously, though there was almost no sound to his laugh.

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From Hickory Dock, by the same:

When the Man first brought Hickory Dock to the Girl, in a mysteriously pulsating tissue-paper package, the Girl pretended at once that she thought it was a dynamite bomb, and dropped it on the table and sought immediate refuge in the Man's arms, from which propitious haven she ventured forth at last and picked up the package gingerly, and rubbed her cheek against it – after the manner of girls with bombs. Then she began to tug at the string and tear the paper.

“Why, it's a Hickory Dock!” she exclaimed with delight - “A real, live Hickory Dock!” and brandished the gift on high to the imminent peril of time and chance, and then fled back to the Man's arms with no excuse whatsoever. She was a bold little lover.

“But it's a c-l-o-c-k,” remonstrated the Man with whimsical impatience.

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Glee!