You never see such a place! Why, their front doorstep's big as this yard, pretty nigh." "Does it have to be raked ?" I asked.
"Raked! Whoever heard of rakin' a doorstep ?" "Give it up! But it does seem to me that I have heard of raking a yard.
I think Dorinda mentioned that, didn't she ?" Lute looked at me: then he hurried over and picked up the rake which was lying near the barn, a pile--a very small pile--of chips and leaves beside it.
"When did she mention it ?" he asked.
"A week ago, I think, was the first time.

She has referred to it occasionally since.

She was mentioning it to you when I went up town this morning.

I heard her." Lute looked relieved.

"Oh, THEN!" he said.