I ain't anxious to leave.

It's Hannah that's got that notion.

Fust she was dead sot on my workin' here and now she's just as sot on my leavin'." "Do you know why she's so--what do you call it ?--sot ?" Kenelm fidgeted and looked foolish.

"Well," he admitted, "I--I wouldn't wonder if 'twas account of you, Imogene.

Hannah knows I--I like you fust rate, that we're good friends, I mean.