Of course,' he says, 'the' ain't any real reason why Mr.White shouldn't deal with you direct, an' yit mebbe I _could_ do more with him 'n you could.

But,' he says, 'I wa'n't cal'latin' to go t' the village this mornin', an' I sent my hired man off with my drivin' hoss.

Mebbe I'll drop 'round in a day or two,' he says, 'an' look at the roan.' "'You mightn't ketch me,' I says, 'an' I want to show him myself; an' more'n that,' I says, 'Dug Robinson's after the dominie.

I'll tell ye,' I says, 'you jest git in 'ith me an' go down an' look at him, an' I'll send ye back or drive ye back, an' if you've got anythin' special on hand you needn't be gone three quarters of an hour,' I says." "He come, did he ?" inquired Mrs.Bixbee.
"He done _so_," said David sententiously.

"Jest as I knowed he would, after he'd hem'd an' haw'd about so much, an' he rode a mile an' a half livelier 'n he done in a good while, I reckon.