I'm a-goin'." There was a reckless defiance of faith in Amanda's voice.

She had a wild air as she stood there with the broom in a faint swirl of dust.
"Well, Ann Lizy'll be glad you've made up your mind to.

She's gone to bakin'," said the old man in the window.
"I've got to bake some, too," said Amanda.

She began sweeping again.
"I've jest been over to Mis' Green's, an' she says she's goin' if you do," said Mr.Babcock.
"Well, you tell her I'm goin'," said Amanda, with a long breath.
"I guess you'll have a good time," said the old man, turning away.

"I tell Ann Lizy she can stay a month if she wants to.