"Back at last, are you, an' safe an' sound ?" "Sound as a dollar, Jack.

How are the folks ?" "Your father is putty well, and so is your Uncle Randolph.

Your Aunt Martha got so excited a-thinkin' you was coming hum she got a headache." "Dear Aunt Martha!" murmured Tom.

"I'll soon cure her of that." He turned to his brothers.

"What shall we do about the trunks?
We can't take 'em in the carriage." "Aleck is comin' for them boxes," said the hired man.