You can make up your mind to that.

I'm going to find out what's wrong with this place if it takes all summer.

I came out to the country for a rest and I'm going to get it." "You'll get your heavenly rest!" mourned Lizzie, giving it up.

She looked pitifully at her mistress's face for a sign that the latter might be weakening--but no such sign came.

Instead, Miss Cornelia seemed to grow more determined.
"Besides," she said, suddenly deciding to share the secret she had hugged to herself all day, "I might as well tell you, Lizzie.