Never mind tellin' me; show me.

Make out a lease of this house to Mrs.Armstrong here." Mrs.Armstrong was, naturally, rather surprised.
"Why, Mr.Winslow," she cried; "what are you talking about?
We haven't agreed upon rent or--" "Yes, we have.

We've agreed about everything.

Er--Babbie, you get your things on and come on over to the shop.

You and I mustn't be sittin' 'round here any longer.