You can't be busy all--by yourself." "Oh, yes, you can." He was getting impatient.

"Anyway, you might let Hamlet and me alone.

You're always bothering one of us." "No, I'm not." She choked an enormous sob and burst out with: "It's always Hamlet now.

I wish he'd never--come.

It was much nicer before." Then he lost his temper.