Beg your pardon! That is, I intend to be one.

You remember that you once talked to me about sugar-planting in Barbadoes, and so I am here.

I want to find a good sugar plantation, to buy it, and live on it; I heard that you were stopping on this side of the river, and so I came here." "But there is no sugar plantation here," said Lucilla, very demurely.
"Oh, no," said Ichabod, "oh, no, of course not; but you are here, and I wanted to find you; a sugar plantation would be of no use without you." She looked at him, still very demurely.

"I don't quite understand you," she said.

She turned her head a little and saw that her family and Dickory were slowly moving towards the house.