I will call him in and tell him, so that he can be looking out for another position." "Just so." Andy answered the call of Miss Priscilla.

He had been sawing wood, and there was sawdust in his sleeves.
"How long have you been with us, Andy ?" asked his mistress.
"Over a year, ma'am." "I wish I could keep you for a year to come." "Can't you ?" asked Andy, startled.
"No, Andy." "What's the matter, Miss Priscilla?
Have I done anything wrong ?" "No, Andy.

We are both of us quite satisfied with you." "You haven't lost any money, ma'am, have you?
I'll work for less, if you can't afford to pay as much as you've been paying." "Thank you, Andy, but it isn't that.

My sister's lungs are weak, and Dr.Townley has ordered her to move to a less exposed place.

We are going to move away from the town." "I'm sorry," said Andy, and he was, for other reasons than because he was about to lose a good place.
"We shall miss you, Andy." "Just so," chimed in Miss Sophia, with a cough.
"You see how weak my sister's lungs are.