Well, I'll get at 'em some time to-day.

I noticed they was wearin' a little, sort of, on the bottoms of the legs." I had noticed it, too, and this reminder confirmed my suspicions that others had made the same observations.
"I'll try and mend 'em this afternoon," went on Dorinda, "if I can find time.

But, for mercy's sake, don't spot those all up, for I may not get time, and then you'd have to wear your Sunday ones." I promised, curtly, to be careful, and, after saying good morning to Mother, I went down to the boathouse and set to work on the engine.

It was the only thing in the nature of work that I had to do, but, somehow or other, I did not feel like doing it any more than I had the day before.

A little of my good spirits were wearing off, like the legs of my "other" trousers, and after an hour of intermittent tinkering I threw down the wrench and decided to go for a row.