You're mighty right about it.

I have got to beat him or disgrace myself right at the beginning of my nice young career." "Of course you'll beat him," said Linda.
"At what hour did you say I should come, Saturday ?" "Oh, come with the lark for all I care," said Linda.

"Early morning in the desert is a mystery and a miracle, and the larks have been there just long enough to get their voices properly tuned for their purest notes." Then she turned and hurried away.

Her first leisure minute after reaching home she went to the library wearing one of Katy's big aprons, and carrying a brush and duster.

Beginning at one end of each shelf, she took down the volumes she intended to sell, carefully dusted them, wiped their covers, and the place on which they had stood, and then opened and leafed through them so that no scrap of paper containing any notes or memoranda of possible value should be overlooked.