"Remember the falling out Eugene and I had at the house-raising?
I ain't going to his house to ask his sister to lilt for my dancing." "You, then, Abner Little," said Burr, peremptorily, to the other young man.

He had a fair, nervous face, and he was screwing his forehead anxiously over the situation.
"Can't nohow, Burr," said he.

"I've got to drive four miles home, and milk, and take care of the horses, and shave, and get dressed, and then drive another three miles for my girl.

I'm going to take one of the Morse girls, over at Summer Falls.

I haven't got time to go down to the Hautvilles', and that's the truth, Burr." "You'll have to go yourself, Burr," said Daniel Plympton, with a half-laugh.
"I can't," said Burr, "and I won't, if we give the ball up." "What will all the out-of-town folks say ?" "I don't care what they say--they can play forfeits." "Forfeits!" returned Daniel Plympton with scorn.