I'd go an' look her up, but beggin' your pardon, I ain't got one minute to spare, the boss is waitin' for me now," and, touching his shabby old hat, Mike departed.
"What shall we do ?" asked Herbert, standing by the buggy.
"I think," said Dora, slowly and decisively, as if she had fully considered the matter, "that you may as well go on, for I don't suppose it would do to disturb Mr.Haverley now.

I know that when people are making hay, they can't stop for anything." "You are right," said her brother, with a smile; "hay-making the will of a rich man on his death-bed; it must be done promptly, if it is done at all.

I shall go on, of course, and you will go with me ?" "No, indeed," said Dora, preparing to get down from the buggy; "I would not want to wait for you in that tiresome old horse-hair parlor of the Dudleys.

I should ever so much rather sit here, by myself, until you come back.

But of course I shall see her before long.