1 "Ay, ay," said John, with equal conciseness.
2 "I rather think I am," said honest John, with some considerable emphasis.
3 "John can come in here to his meals, if thee needs to stay all day," suggested Rachel.
4 Honest old John Van Trompe was once quite a considerable land-owner and slave-owner in the State of Kentucky.
5 "In a tavern a piece down here," said John; "I wish, now, I could see her once more in this world," he added.
6 "Your heart is better than your head, in this case, John," said the wife, laying her little white hand on his.
7 Why, it's a bill of sale, signed by John Fosdick," said the man, "making over to you the girl Lucy and her child.
8 "Wal, it seems quite as plain a text, stranger," said John the drover, "to poor fellows like us, now;" and John smoked on like a volcano.
9 John equipped himself, and, with a lantern in hand, was soon seen guiding the senator's carriage towards a road that ran down in a hollow, back of his dwelling.
10 I left John with the baby, and some biscuits in the oven; and I can't stay a moment, else John will burn up all the biscuits, and give the baby all the sugar in the bowl.
11 While, therefore, John ran to the spring for fresh water, and Simeon the second sifted meal for corn-cakes, and Mary ground coffee, Rachel moved gently, and quietly about, making biscuits, cutting up chicken, and diffusing a sort of sunny radiance over the whole proceeding generally.