But I s'pose we've got to.

Come, buckle to your paddle, and let's get along." I buckled to my paddle and they laid to their oars.

When we had made a stroke or two, I says: "Pap'll be mighty much obleeged to you, I can tell you.

Everybody goes away when I want them to help me tow the raft ashore, and I can't do it by myself." "Well, that's infernal mean.

Odd, too.