I will show you, myself." She put on a cape-bonnet and indicated the place in the yard where she wanted the wood dumped.
Then she returned to the house.
"It's very awkward that John should have acted so," she said, in a tone of annoyance.

"I don't know who is to saw and split that wood." "We couldn't do it," said Sophia, with another original suggestion.
"Of course not.

That would be perfectly absurd." "Just so." "I don't believe there is enough wood sawed and split to last through the day." "We must have some split." "Of course.

But I really don't know of anyone in the neighborhood that we could get." "John." "John has gone away.

You know why." "Perhaps he wouldn't kiss us if we told him not to," suggested Sophia.
"I am afraid you are a goose," said Priscilla, composedly.
"Just so," slipped out of Sophia's mouth from force of habit, but her sister was so used to hearing it that she took no particular notice of it on the present occasion.
It was just at this time that Andy, released from his severe and unrequited labor for Deacon Jones, came by.