Just two inches high and it's harvest for you.

I can use a rake, and dried in the evaporator you bring me ten cents a pound; to the folks needing a tonic you are worth a small fortune.

No doubt you cost that by the time you reach them; but I fear I can't gather you just now.

My head is a little preoccupied these days.
What with the cabbage, and now you, and many of the bushes and trees making signs, with a new cabin to build and furnish, with a girl to find and win, I'm what you might call busy.

I've covered my book shelf.
I positively don't dare look Emerson or Maeterlinck in the face.