We'd be tickled to death to have you, and for you to have what's left of the money when we get through with it.
May I come after you?
Say the word, and I'll start this minute." "Oh, Uncle Jim, could you?
Would you ?" cried Eileen.
"Well, I'd say I could.

We'd be tickled to death, I tell you!" "How long would it take you to get here ?" said Eileen.
"Well, I could reach you by noon tomorrow.

Eleven something is the shortest time it's been made in; that would give me thirteen--more than enough.

Are you in that much of a hurry ?" "Yes," gasped Eileen, "yes, I am in the biggest kind of a hurry there is, Uncle Jim.

This troublesome little estate has to be settled tomorrow afternoon.