If ever a body needed some one to take care of 'em, it's you.

You can tote my things right in," she added, turning to her grinning driver, "and you, 'Bishy, go right in with 'em.

The idea of your settin' outside takin' it easy when your poor wife ain't been buried more'n an hour!" "But--but--Laviny," protested poor Kyan, speaking the truth unwittingly, "I couldn't take it easy AFORE she was buried, could I ?" "Go right in," was the answer.

"March!" Abishai marched, and had marched under his sister's orders ever since.
She kept house for him, and did it well, but her one fear was that some female might again capture him, and she watched him with an eagle eye.

He was the town assessor and tax collector, but when he visited dwellings containing single women or widows, Lavinia always accompanied him, "to help him in his figgerin'," she said.
Consequently, when he appeared, unchaperoned, on the walk leading to the side door of the Coffin homestead, Keziah and her friend were surprised.
"He's dressed to kill," whispered Grace, at the window.