I can't promise that uncle will give you a job, but There's going to be chicken and dumplings for dinner.

And the mail will be in, about noon--you'll want to wait for that." She was standing just within the screen door, frankly watching him as he came past the house with the horses, and she came out and halted him when she spied the top of the pack.
"You'd better leave those things here," she advised him eagerly.

"I'll put them in the sitting-room by the piano.

My goodness, you must be a whole orchestra! If you can play, maybe you and I can furnish the music for the dance, and save Uncle Dave hiring the Saunders boys.

Anyway, we can play together, and have real good times." Bud had an odd feeling that Honey was talking one thing with her lips, and thinking an entirely different set of thoughts.