Fact is, I'd like to.

Ain't been to Trumet I don't know when." Miss Phinney and the widow Tripp looked at each other.

Then they both looked at Keturah.

That lady's mouth closed tightly, and she resumed her prune distribution.
"I'm sorry," she said crisply, "but I'm 'fraid he can't go.

It's Saturday, and I'll need him round the house.