And mother said your heart'ud be sore and tender to-night, and more likely to take to comfort.

And I'd my best clothes on, and couldn't go to fodder up, so I said I'd step up here and see if you was as lonesome as we thought.

You looked pretty lonesome through the window.
You wouldn't mind me staying a half hour or so ?" "Oh, no," said Phebe simply; "you're kindly welcome." "That's what I'd like to be always," he went on, "and there's a deal about me to make me welcome, come to think on it.

Our house is a good one, and the buildings they're all good; and I got the first prize for my pigs at the last show, and the second prize for my bull the show before that.

Nobody can call me a poor farmer.