"Oh, Lois! Lois! She's dead--she's dead!" "No, she ain't dead," replied the man, in a drawling, jocular tone.
"She's worth a dozen dead ones--ain't you, Lois?
I found her layin' down side of the road kind of tuckered out, that's all, and I thought I'd give her a lift.

Don't you be scared, Mis' Field.

Now, Lois, you jest rest all your heft on me." Lois' pale face and little reaching hands appeared around the wing of the buggy.

Amanda ran around to the horse's head.

He did not offer to start; but she stood there, and said, "Whoa, whoa," over and over, in a pleading, nervous voice.