"Oh, I was thinkin' what an everlastin' nuisance 'twas--the stove, I mean.

It needs more wood about every five minutes in the day, seems to-- needs it now, that's what made me think of it.

I was just wonderin' if 'twouldn't be a good notion to set it up out in the yard." "Out in the yard?
Put the stove out in the yard?
For goodness' sake, what for ?" Jed clasped his knee in his hand and swung his foot back and forth.
"Oh" he drawled, "if 'twas out in the yard I shouldn't know whether it needed wood or not, so 'twouldn't be all the time botherin' me." However, he rose and replenished the stove.

Miss Hunniwell laughed.

Then she said: "Jed, you don't deserve it, because you didn't hear me when I first dropped the hint, but I came here with an invitation for you.