The meeting, apparently, didn't know how to take it.

Uncle Bedny was firmly held in his seat by those about him.

Lemuel Myrick took the floor to protest.
"I must say," he declared, "that I don't see any reason for waitin'.

If folks ain't here, that's their own fault.

Mr.Moderator, I demand that the nominatin' go ahead." Tad was on his feet instantly.
"I'm goin' to appeal," he cried, "to the decency and gratitude of the citizens of the town of Bayport.