After your promise at the ford we were delighted--and how many calls have we had from you?
Just one.

With me away, too!" "To-morrow will be Sunday; I'll stop work at noon and come," he declared.
She pointed a forefinger at him and wiggled her thumb, in imitation of a pistol.
"Hold up your right hand and swear it," she commanded, "or I'll shoot." She continued to menace Bryant while he obeyed.

"There, now you're safe.

And bring that hungry boy and we'll feed you both; this is a dinner invitation, understand.

Now, tell me about everything." "Everything ?" "All you're doing with that three-legged telescope and these stakes." She smoothed her dress and manifested an expectant interest.