A little teasing was generally necessary, but the resistance today had begun to look ominous and Alec, as we know, too temerarious, had retired in disorder to the woodpile.
Oliver was wiping Advena's dishes.

He exercised himself ostentatiously upon a plate, standing in the door to be within earshot of his father.
"Eph Wheeler," he informed his family, "Eph Wheeler, he's got twenty-five cents, an' a English sixpence, an' a Yankee nickel.

An' Mr Wheeler's only a common working man, a lot poorer'n we are." Mr Murchison removed his pipe from his lips in order, apparently, to follow unimpeded the trend of the Dominion's leading article.

Oliver eyed him anxiously.

"Do, Father," he continued in logical sequence.