Don't you be gone long.

I'm kind of lonely." "All right," said Billy, in the cheerful way which made him a favourite despite his disinclination for steady work.
"Now, don't be gone long.

I need a good shave, Billy." "Guess you do--way you look you wouldn't fetch five cents at one of them rummage-sales.

Ain't had but one in four years." "Oh, get out, Billy." Once rid of his guard he tried in vain to stand up and fell back cursing.
The order from the doctor was to be obeyed.

"Guess he's too shaky to shave himself," said Josiah.