I'm sick of askin' somebody else what they want for dinner; I'd like to get my own dinner, or, at least, if somebody else is to eat with me, I want to decide myself what they'll have to eat.

I want to run my own house once more afore I die.

And it seems--yes, it seems to me as if here was the chance; nothin' but a chance, and a risky one, but a chance just the same.

Emily, I'm thinkin' of fixin' up Uncle Abner's old rattletrap and openin' a boardin'-house for summer folks in it.
"Yes, yes; I know," she continued, noticing the expression on her companion's face.

"There's as much objection to the plan as there is slack managin' in this hotel, and that's some consider'ble.