Ben will take care of you while I'm gone." "When shall you go ?" asked Bab, beginning to long for her share of cake.
"To-morrow, I guess.

Celia has been packed and ready for a week.

We agreed to meet George in New York, and be married as soon as he got his best clothes unpacked.

We are men of our word, and off we go.

Won't it be fun ?" "But when will you come back again ?" questioned Betty, looking anxious.
"Don't know.