They immediately began to deliver a volley of eager questions at the friends around them: "What is this thing for ?" "What is that thing for ?" "Who is that young man that's writing at the desk?
Why, I declare, it's Jack Bunce! I thought he was sick." "Which is the jury?
Why, is that the jury?
Billy Price and Job Turner, and Jack Lounsbury, and--well, I never!" "Now who would ever 'a' thought--" But they were gently called to order at this point, and asked not to talk in court.

Their tongues fell silent, but the radiant interest in their faces remained, and their gratitude for the blessing of a new sensation and a novel experience still beamed undimmed from their eyes.
Aunt Patsy stood up and took the oath, and Mr.Allen explained the point in issue, and asked her to go on now, in her own way, and throw as much light upon it as she could.

She toyed with her reticule a moment or two, as if considering where to begin, then she said: "Well, the way of it is this.

They are Luigi's legs a week at a time, and then they are Angelo's, and he can do whatever he wants to with them." "You are making a mistake, Aunt Patsy Cooper," said the judge.

"You shouldn't state that as a fact, because you don't know it to be a fact." "What's the reason I don't ?" said Aunt Patsy, bridling a little.
"What is the reason that you do know it ?" "The best in the world because they told me." "That isn't a reason." "Well, for the land's sake! Betsy Hale, do you hear that ?" "Hear it?
I should think so," said Aunt Betsy, rising and facing the court.