If it's paste, then, Deborah Kensington, you're the biggest fool in Centreville." Miss Deborah summoned Abner, her farm servant from the field, and ordered him instantly to harness the horse, as she wanted to go to Brandon.
"Do you want me to go with you ?" asked Abner.
"To be sure, I can't drive so fur, and take care of the horse." "It'll interrupt the work," objected Abner.
"Never mind about the work," said Deborah, impatiently.

"I must go right off.

It's on very important business." "Wouldn't it be best to go after dinner ?" "No, we'll get some dinner over there, at the tavern." "What's got into the old woman ?" thought Abner.

"It isn't like her to spend money at a tavern for dinner, when she might as well dine at home.

Interruptin' the work, too! However, it's her business!" Deborah was ready and waiting when the horse drove up the door.