I guess he'd like to come.

He'll have to draw wood some this afternoon, but he can come in time for tea.
I'll lay out his clothes on the bed for him." "Well, have him come, then," said Sylvia.

Sylvia was nearly out of the yard when Charlotte called after her: "Don't you want me to come over and help you, Aunt Sylvia ?" she called out.

She stood in the door with her apron flying out in the wind like a blue flag.
"No, I guess not," replied Sylvia; "I don't need any help.

I ain't got much to do." "I think Aunt Sylvia looks sick," Charlotte said to her mother when she went in.
"I thought she looked kind of peaked," said Sarah.