"As soon as I grow accustomed to the dreadful stillness, and learn what things will not bite me, I'll be better." "I'll have to ask you to wait a minute," he said.

"One thing I forgot.

I must hire a man to take Betsy home." "Aren't you going to drive her yourself ?" "No ma'am! We are going in a carriage or a motor," said the Harvester.
"Indeed we are not!" contradicted the Girl.

"You have had this all your way so far.

I am going home behind Betsy, with Belshazzar at my knee." "But your dress! People will think I am crazy to put a lovely woman like you in a spring wagon." "Let them!" said the Girl placidly.