"Don't stand there gapin'.

Get it." The ear trumpet was resurrected from the interior of the vehicle.

The widow adjusted it with dignity.
"Had a spill, didn't you, Debby ?" inquired the blacksmith.

"Upset, didn't you ?" Debby glared at him.
"No," she replied with sarcasm.

"Course I didn't upset! Just thought I'd roll round in the road for the fun of it.