"My head aches a bit, and that place smarts, but it will soon be better." "To be sure it will," he said, nodding pleasantly.--"Well, is he coming ?" This was to Ike, who came up to the open door.

"He's out," said Ike gruffly.

"Won't be home for two hours, and he'll come on when he gets home." "That will do," said Old Brownsmith.
"Shall I see 'bout loading up again ?" "Oh, no!" said Old Brownsmith sarcastically.

"Let the baskets lie where they are.

It doesn't matter about sending to market to sell the things.
You never want any wages!" "What's the good o' talking to a man like that, master ?" growled Ike.
"You know you don't mean it, no more'n I meant to send the sieves atop o' young Grant here.