I think they would be contented in your house.

You let those Davidsons from Chicago have the place that summer, but you've never let anybody so much as consider it since.

What's the real reason?
You've told me as much as a dozen, but I'll bet anything you've never told me the real one.

'Twas somethin' the Davidsons did you didn't like--but what ?" Jed's rocking back and forth on the box became almost energetic and his troubled expression more than ever apparent.
"Now--now, Sam," he begged, "I've told you all about that ever and ever so many times.

There wasn't anything, really." "There was, too.