I know you will love her! I'll come in the morning, then.

I must hurry now.

I am working double this spring and I'm off for the skunk cabbage bed to-day." "You are working fit to kill, the neighbours say.

Slavin' like a horse all day, and half the night I see your lights burning." "Do I appear killed ?" laughingly inquired the Harvester.
"You look peart as a struttin' turkey gobbler," said the old woman.

"Go on with your work! Work don't hurt a-body.