That's what I been doing lately.

And wishing things is better than doing them.

The way kids are, that's the best way to be.

S'long, Marianne." She stepped back, trying valiantly to smile, and he raised a cautioning finger, chuckling: "Look here, now, don't you go to bothering your head about me.

Just save your worrying for this Perris gent." He clucked to the greys and their sudden start threw him violently against the back of the seat.
The promise of that start, however, was by no means borne out by the pace into which they immediately fell, which was a dog-trot executed with trailing hoofs that raised little wisps of dust at every stride.
She saw the lines slacken and hang loosely to every swing of the buckboard.