It seems like heaven, arter them pesky joltin' cars.

I ain't in no hurry to see the house.

It can't run away, I reckon; and we're sure of it, ain't we?
There ain't any thing that's got to be done, is there ?" she asked nervously.
"Oh, no, mother.

It is all sure.

We have leased the house for one year; and we can't move in until our furniture comes, of course.