Suppose you take next week pretty much to yourself: Samantha won't want the ponies every day.

The other horses have all got to work, or I'd let you have one of them." Dabney got up, for want of a better answer, and walked over to where his mother was sitting, and gave the thoughtful matron a good sounding kiss.
At the same time he could not help thinking,-- "This comes of Ham Morris and my new rig." "There, Dabney, that'll do," said his mother; "but how'll you spend Saturday ?" "Guess I'll take Ford Foster out in the bay, a-crabbing, if he'll go," replied Dabney.

"I'll run over and ask him." It was not too late, and he was out of the house before there was any chance for further remarks from the girls.
"Now," he muttered, as he walked along, "I'll have to see old lawyer Foster, and Mrs.Foster, and I don't know who all besides.

I don't like that." Just as he came to the north fence, however, he was hailed by a clear, wide-awake voice,-- "Dab Kinzer, is that you ?" "Guess so," said Dab: "is that you, Ford ?" "I was just going over to your house," said Ford.
"Well, so was I just coming over to see you.

I've been too busy all the week, but they've let up on me at last." "I've got our family nearly settled," replied Ford; "and I thought I'd ask if you wouldn't like to go out on the bay with me to-morrow.