I've some calls to make, and some shopping.

Dabney will have to drive." "No, Sam," said Dabney: "if you go out with the ponies to-morrow, you'll have my old clothes to drive you.

I'll go and speak to them about it." "What do you mean ?" asked Samantha.
"I mean, with Dick Lee in them." "That would be just as well," said Mrs.Kinzer.

"The ponies are gentle enough, and Dick drives well.

He'll be glad enough to go." "Dick Lee, indeed!" began Samantha.
"A fine boy," interrupted Dab.