First I thought I couldn't go nohow, an' I dunno as I can now.

Still, it does seem dreadful cheap to go down to Boston an' back, an' I ain't been down more'n four times in the last twenty years.

I ain't been out gaddin' much, an' that's a fact." "The longer you set down in one corner, the longer you can," remarked Mrs.Babcock.

"I believe in goin' while you've got a chance, for my part." "I ain't ever been to Boston," said Amanda, and her face had the wishful, far-away look that her grandfather's might have had when he thought of the sea.
"It does seem as if you'd ought to go once," said Mrs.Green.
"I say, let's start up an' go!" cried Mrs.Babcock, in an intense voice.
The three women looked at each other.
"Abby could keep house for father a few days," said Mrs.Green, as if to some carping judge; "an' it ain't goin' to cost much, an' I know father'd say go." "Well, I guess I can cook up enough victuals to last Adoniram and the boys whilst I'm gone," said Mrs.Babcock defiantly; "I guess they can get along.

Adoniram can make rye puddin', an' they can fill up on rye puddin' an' molasses.