Let's go up the creek and investigate this ravine.

Isn't it a lovely place ?" "Yes.

I'm glad you got it," said Adam, "that is, if she come across.
I will think of you as having it to look at in summer; and this winter--my, what rabbit hunting there will be, and how pretty it will look!" So they went wandering up the ravine, sometimes on one bank, sometimes crossing stepping-stones or logs to the other, looking, talking, until a full hour had passed when they returned to the buggy.

Adam began changing the halter for the bridle while Kate shook out the lap robe.
"Nickel, please," whispered Kate.
Adam glanced across the street to see Mrs.Holt coming.

She approached them and with no preliminaries said: "I have been telling my son about you an' he hates so bad to go away and leave me alone for the winter, that he says to take you at the same as the last teacher, even if I do lose money on it." "Oh, you wouldn't do that, Mrs.Holt," said Kate, carelessly.