We got speakin' of what nice drives there was around Trumet and--and--er--well, he asked me if I wouldn't like to go to ride next Sunday afternoon--that's to-day.
And a ride bein' a good deal of a treat to me, I said I would.

Thankful was goin', too, but--er--er--she couldn't very well.

So Caleb--that's his name, you remember, 'Bishy--he come round with his horse and team about ha'f past three and we started.

But I'd no IDEE 'twas so late.
I--I--meant to tell you I was goin', 'Bish, but I forgot." Kyan had listened to this recital, or explanation, or apology, with a curious succession of expressions passing over his face.

He swallowed two or three times, but did not interrupt.
"I'm so sorry I kept you waitin' supper," gushed Lavinia.