Windy day for drivin', ain't it?
That horse of yours belongs in Bayport, I cal'late.

Looks to me like--Hello, Bailey!" "Hello, Josh!" grunted Mr.Bangs, adding an explanatory aside to the effect that he knew Josh Atwood, the latter having once lived in Bayport.
"But say," he asked as they moved on once more, "have we got to go to EAST Trumet?
Jerushy! that's the place where the wind COMES from.

They raise it over there; anyhow, they don't raise much else.

Whose house you goin' to ?" He had asked the same question at least ten times since leaving home, and each time Miss Dawes had evaded it.

She did so now, saying that she was sure she should know the house when they got to it.
The two miles to East Trumet were worse than the twelve which they had come.