It was strange how, when the business upon his hands was suspended, he went back again and again, to his brief interview with that little woman.

He thought of her eyes full of tears, of her sympathy with the poor, of her smart and saucy speech when he parted with her, and he said again and again to himself, what he said on that occasion: "she's a genuine creetur!" and the last time he said it, on the day before his projected expedition, he added: "an' who knows!" Then a bright idea seized him, and taking out a huge jack-knife, he went through the hemlocks to his new cabin, and there carved into the slabs of bark that constituted its door, the words "Number Ten." This was the crowning grace of that interesting structure.

He looked at it close, and then from a distance, and then he went back chuckling to his cabin, to pass his night in dreams of fast driving before the fury of all Sevenoaks, with Phipps and his gray trotters in advance.
Early on Friday morning preceding his proposed descent upon the poor-house, he gave his orders to Turk.
"I'm goin' away, Turk," said he.

"I'm goin' away agin.

Ye was a good dog when I went away afore, and ye berhaved a good deal more like a Christian nor a Turk.