"Whatever can you _mean_ ?" "Well," said Sim Gage, "take me like I am, setting right here, I ain't fitten to be setting here.

But I don't _want_ you to see.

I got that advantage of you, ma'am.

I can _see_ you, ma'am"; and he undertook a laugh which made a wretched failure.
"How far is it to your--our--the place where we're going ?" she asked after a time.
"About twenty-three mile, ma'am," he answered cheerfully.

"Road's pretty fair now.