I give you credit for doing your work in a workmanlike manner.

But I can't stay to talk with you about it now.

Your father, Oliver, wishes me to go out on the pond, and bring home the sled we left there, the other night, in the storm.

The wind has come out in the north-west, and there is every prospect of a bitter cold night.

It has begun to stiffen already, and, before morning, the sled may be locked up in solid ice." Jonas hurried away, and the boys, not a little disappointed, gathered all their implements together to return home.
"It _will_ be a cold night; won't it ?" said Oliver, as he looked off to the north-west.