Now don't say you are too busy, for _I'm_ running away from a stack of work as high as my head." "I'll go." "Good.

We'll have a glorious day in the woods.

We'll forget Brother Brooks and the fanatic who saved his life; we'll float on the lake; well pick up nuts; we'll listen to the controversy of the blue jays, and the flicker, flicker of the yellowhammers; we'll study Mr.
Woodpecker, whose judgment tells him to go south, but who is held back by the promising sunshine.

The train leaves at eight.

I'll be on hand, and don't you fail." "I won't.