"Just rushed in to say Hello, and got to run right away again.

I tell you, March, things are humming.

I'm after those fellows with a sharp stick all the while to keep them from loafing on my house, and at the same time I'm just bubbling over with ideas about 'The Lone Hand--wish we could call it that!--that I want to talk up with you." "Well, come to breakfast," said Mrs.March, cordially.
"No; the ideas will keep till you've secured your lodge in this vast wilderness.

Good-bye." "You're as nice as you can be, Mr.Fulkerson," she said, "to keep us in mind when you have so much to occupy you." "I wouldn't have anything to occupy me if I hadn't kept you in mind, Mrs.March," said Fulkerson, going off upon as good a speech as he could apparently hope to make.
"Why, Basil," said Mrs.March, when he was gone, "he's charming! But now we mustn't lose an instant.

Let's see where the places are." She ran over the half-dozen agents' permits.