She looked wistful and a trifle disappointed.
"I--I guess maybe I'd better stay here," she said.

"I ought to see to Minnehaha's sore throat.

I'm goin' to put some red flannel 'round it; Mr.Chase says he cal'lates he knows where there is some.

Good-by, Uncle Zoeth.

Good-by--er--Cap'n Gould." The partners did not converse on the way to the store.