"I hope Andy'll be able to get a place," said Priscilla, after she had communicated the doctor's orders to her sister.
"Just so, Priscilla. He's a good boy."
"I will give him a good recommendation."
"Just so. Does he know it?"
"No. I will call him in and tell him, so that he can be looking out for another position."
"Just so."
Andy answered the call of Miss Priscilla. He had been sawing wood, and there was sawdust in his sleeves.
"How long have you been with us, Andy?" asked his mistress.
"Over a year, ma'am."
"I wish I could keep you for a year to come."