Luck's got to have a shelf; you don't expect him to keep all his junk on the floor, do you?
I'm sorry, but I've just got to have it, girl." "You've just got to put that shelf back, Andy.

Where do you expect me to put things?
There isn't a pantry on the place, and only that one dinky little cupboard over there.

I can't keep my dishes on the floor, and cooking is going to be pretty important, itself, around this camp!" "Soon as the lumber gets here, I'll have Andy build you a cupboard," Luck soothed her.

"You haven't got many conveniences here, and that's a fact.
But we'll get things straightened out, _pronto_.

Got any bones or scraps left, Mrs.Andy?
That little black dog that followed us out is here yet.
He didn't go back with the boys.