We'd like to have you learn us what's in the book." "I will.

And every week--just think of that! I'm to get a real farm paper." "I'd like to borrow the paper too," Andy declared instantly.
"Oh, and--what's going to be done about all those bullet-holes?
They--they might create a draught--" "We'll ride around that way and plug 'em up," Andy assured her solemnly.
"Whenever you've got time to show me about where they're at." "It will be a pleasure.

I can tell where they are, but they're too high for me to reach.

Wherever the wind whistles there's a hole in the atmosphere.

And there are places where the air just quivers, so you can see it.