Anyway, this suits me." "I guess it will please her, too," said the carpenter.

"After all the pains you've taken, she is a good one if it doesn't." "I'll always have the consolation of having done my best," replied the Harvester.

"One can't do more! Whether she likes it or not depends greatly on the way she has been reared." "You talk as if you didn't know," commented the carpenter.
"You go on with this now," said the Harvester hastily.

"I've got to uncover some beds and dig my year's supply of skunk cabbage, else folk with asthma and dropsy who depend on me will be short on relief.

I ought to take my sweet flag, too, but I'm so hurried now I think I'll leave it until fall; I do when I can, because the bloom is so pretty around the lake and the bees simply go wild over the pollen.