'I'll unload the story bag before we get through; there's a lot in there yet; but I want to look at you and hear you talk just now.

How's George Storefield ?' 'Oh! he's just the same good, kind, steady-going fellow he always was,' says she.

'I don't know what we should do without him when you're away.
He comes and helps with the cows now and then.

Two of the horses got into Bargo pound, and he went and released them for us.

Then a storm blew off best part of the roof of the barn, and the bit of wheat would have been spoiled only for him.