'Sisters gone ?' 'They're stopping with us,' said Andrew, reddening.
'So the tailor was left to the kites and the crows.

Ah! hum!' and Tom chuckled.
'You're angry with me, Tom, for coming here,' said Andrew.

'I see what it is.

Thought how it would be! You're offended, old Tom.' 'Come where you like,' returned Tom, 'the place is open.

It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere.