1 "I'm going to drive you over, Matt," he whispered.
2 "Of course Jotham'll drive you over," Ethan roused himself to answer.
3 "I'm going to drive you over," he repeated; and she went into the kitchen without answering.
4 But I generally make out to drive over there round about New Year's, and once in the summer.
5 At the moment, however, his one desire was to avoid the long drive with her behind the ancient sorrel who never went out of a walk.
6 To Ethan there was something vaguely ominous in this stolid rejection of free food and warmth, and he wondered what had happened on the drive to nerve Jotham to such stoicism.
7 As he passed the bridle over the horse's head, and wound the traces around the shafts, he remembered the day when he had made the same preparations in order to drive over and meet his wife's cousin at the Flats.
8 Denis's commercial instinct compelled him to aver on oath that what Eady's store could not produce would never be found at the widow Homan's; but Ethan, heedless of this boast, had already climbed to the sledge and was driving on to the rival establishment.
9 The hauling was not over till mid-day, and as the lumber was to be delivered to Andrew Hale, the Starkfield builder, it was really easier for Ethan to send Jotham Powell, the hired man, back to the farm on foot, and drive the load down to the village himself.