"What about you and Leander?
Finish her out.

Can't you see you've got my head whirlin' like one of those windmills of yours?
Finish her OUT!" Jed looked over his spectacles.
"Oh!" he said.

"Well, Leander's been comin' in here pretty frequent and we've talked about his affairs a good deal.

He's always wanted to enlist ever since the war broke out." "He HAS ?" "Why, sartin.

Just the same as you would, or--or I hope I would, if I was young and--and," with a wistful smile, "different, and likely to be any good to Uncle Sam.