"I dunno where else, 'nless it's to the Lake House." "The Eagil!" she exclaimed contemptuously.

"Land sakes! Comin' here from New York! He won't stan' it there a week." "Wa'al," replied David, "mebbe he will an' mebbe he won't, but I don't see what else the' is for it, an' I guess 'twon't kill him for a spell The fact is--" he was proceeding when Mrs.Bixbee interrupted him.
"I guess we'd better adjourn t' the settin'-room an' let Sairy clear off the tea-things," she said, rising and going into the kitchen.
"What was you sayin' ?" she asked, as she presently found her brother in the apartment designated, and seated herself with her mending-basket in her lap.
"The fact is, I was sayin'," he resumed, sitting with hand and forearm resting on a round table, in the centre of which was a large kerosene lamp, "that my notion was, fust off, to have him come here, but when I come to think on't I changed my mind.

In the fust place, except that he's well recommended, I don't know nothin' about him; an' in the second, you'n I are pretty well set in our ways, an' git along all right just as we be.

I may want the young feller to stay, an' then agin I may not--we'll see.

It's a good sight easier to git a fishhook in 'n 'tis to git it out.