This was the dull season, and opportunities to "let" the family steed and buggy--"horse and team," we call it in Bayport--were few.
"Well," she observed, "I don't want to be unlikely and disobligin'.
Far's he's concerned, he'd rather be traipsin' round the country than stay to home, any day; though it's been so long sence he took ME to ride that I don't know's I'd know how to act." "Why, Ketury!" protested her husband.

"How you talk! Didn't I drive you down to the graveyard only last Sunday--or the Sunday afore ?" "Graveyard! Yes, I notice our rides always fetch up at the graveyard.
You're always willin' to take me THERE.

Seems sometimes as if you enjoyed doin' it." "Now, Keturah! you know yourself that 'twas you proposed goin' there.
You said you wanted to look at our lot, 'cause you was afraid 'twan't big enough, and you didn't know but we'd ought to add on another piece.
You said that it kept you awake nights worryin' for fear when I passed away you wouldn't have room in that lot for me.

Land sakes! don't I remember?
Didn't you give me the blue creeps talkin' about it ?" Mrs.Bangs ignored this outburst.

Turning to the school teacher, she said with a sigh: "Well, I guess he can go.