Good land! I forgot.

Well, what of it, Cy?
'Twould have to be known some time." Everyone looked at Captain Cy then.

No one observed Mr.Atkins for the moment.

When they did turn their gaze upon the great man he had sunk back in his chair, the glass of lemonade was upset upon the cloth before him, and he, with a very white face, was staring at Emily Richards Thomas.
"What's the matter, Heman ?" asked the captain anxiously.

"Ain't sick, are you ?" The congressman started.
"Oh, no!" he said hurriedly.