“Is Doc at home?”
“No, he has gone to the country.”
“How soon will he be back?”
“Not before supper time, probably.”
The man whistled, then looked at his wife and the two girls.
“Well, Sally,” he said, “I guess we'd better git out and wait fur 'im.”
“W'y, Pa, it'll be dark long before we git home, if we do.”
“I can't help that. I'm not agoin' to drive eight miles tomorry or next day nuther.”
“If ye'd 'a started two hour ago like I wanted ye to do, maybe Doc'd 'a been here and we c'd 'a been purty nigh home by this time.”
“Shet up! I told ye I wasn't done tradin' then.”