There aint a soul that can go with you this morning.

Besides, I don't believe there are any ripe yet." "O yes there are, papa!" said Asahel.
"I guess Bright Spot's full of them," said Mrs.Landholm.
"Bright Spot!" said the farmer.

"Well, we must be all off to the hay-field.

You see, there's some grass, Miss Rose, standing ready to be cut, that _can't_ wait; so you'll have to." "What if it wasn't cut ?" said Miss Cadwallader pouting.
"What if it wasn't cut! -- then the cattle would have nothing to eat next winter, and that would be worse than your wanting strawberries.

No -- I'll tell you, -- It'll be a fine afternoon; and you keep yourself quiet, out of the sun, till it gets towards evening; and I'll contrive to spare one of the boys to go with you.