"Why can't we go while the fine weather lasts?
I believe you want to back out of it.

It's real lazy of you, Big Bear.

You shan't read, anyhow." She took his paper from his unresisting hands, dug a hole in the shingle with vicious energy, and covered it over.
"Now what ?" she said, looking up at him with an impudent smile.
"Now," said Merefleet gravely, "I will take you for a row." "Will you?
Big Bear, you're a brick.

I'll put you into my will.

No, I won't, because I haven't got anything to leave.