Though it's odd, I don't remember--Oh, well! never mind.

Let's sweeten up this settin' room a little.

Open a window or two in here.

We'll have to hurry if we want to do anything before it gets dark.

I'm goin' into the kitchen to get a broom." She hurried out, returning in a moment or two with a broom and a most disgusted expression.
"How's a body goin' to sweep with that ?" she demanded, exhibiting the frayed utensil, the business end of which was worn to a stub.