It was badly in need of polishing.
"Well ?" inquired Asaph, with impatient sarcasm.

"Thinkin' of askin' me to build a fire for you, was you?
Nobody else but you would have set up a stove in summer time, anyhow." "Hey?
No, you needn't start a fire yet awhile.

That necktie of yours 'll keep us warm till fall, I shouldn't wonder.

New one, ain't it?
Where'd you get it ?" Mr.Tidditt was wearing a crocheted scarf of a brilliant crimson hue, particularly becoming to his complexion.

The complexion now brightened until it was almost a match for the tie.
"Oh!" he said, with elaborate indifference.