"I'm going by the school." "Not our school," said Amy.

"We're from Brimfield." "Well, I'll put you down in Wharton before the trolley gets there.
That's where I'm going.

Jump in." Amy looked eagerly at Clint.

"Want to ?" he asked.
"Got to," replied Clint gloomily.

"There goes the car, you silly chump!" "All right," said Amy.