Between you and me though, it would be no end jolly to have the girls along.

Study be hanged! But if we've got to turn the grindstone, it would be mighty nice to have some of the little dears to lend a hand.

Wouldn't it now ?' 'I'd like three this minute--one to fan me, one to kiss me, and one to give me some iced lemonade!' sighed Stuffy, with a yearning glance towards the house, whence no succour appeared.
'How would root-beer do ?' asked a voice behind them, which made Dolly spring to his feet and Stuffy roll over like a startled porpoise.
Sitting on the stile that crossed the wall near by was Mrs Jo, with two jugs slung over her shoulder by a strap, several tin mugs in her hand, and an old-fashioned sun-bonnet on her head.
'I knew the boys would be killing themselves with ice-water; so I strolled down with some of my good, wholesome beer.

They drank like fishes.

But Silas was with me; so my cruse still holds out.