Promise you won't go away and leave us when you know the whole truth.

Shake hands on it, Mr.Lefrank; come, shake hands on it." There was no resisting her fearless frankness.

I shook hands on it.
Naomi entered on her narrative the moment I had given her my pledge, without wasting a word by way of preface.
"When you are shown over the farm here," she began, "you will see that it is really two farms in one.

On this side of it, as we look from under this tree, they raise crops: on the other side--on much the larger half of the land, mind--they raise cattle.

When Mr.Meadowcroft got too old and too sick to look after his farm himself, the boys (I mean Ambrose and Silas) divided the work between them.