"No," says I, firm and heroic. "I'm no quitter, Vee. I said I'd get it done within three days and I stick to it."
"Torchy," says she, "don't you dare try getting up again at daylight and working with your poor blistered hands. I—I shall feel dreadfully about it, if you do."
"Well, maybe I will skip tomorrow mornin'," says I, "but somehow or other that diggin' has got to be done."
"I only wish Auntie could hear you say that," says Vee, pattin' me gently on the cheek.
"Why Auntie?" I asks.
"Oh, just because," says Vee.
With that she fixes me up all comfy on the sleepin' porch and tells me to call her if I want anything.
"I won't," says I. "I'm all set for slumber. It's goin' to be a fine large night, ain't it!"
"Perfect," says Vee.
"Moon shinin' and everything?" says I.