But I must say--well, I'll try and do it.
It'll seem kind of hard, though, after the simple breakfasts Kenelm and I have when we're alone.

But--what are you stoppin' for ?" "There seems to be a kind of crossroads here," said Caleb, bending forward and peering out of the carryall.

"It's so everlastin' dark a feller can't see nothin'.

Yes, there is crossroads, three of 'em.

Now, which one do we take?
I ain't drove to Bayport direct for years.