"Is that all ?" "All!" he retorted.

"All! Why, it's past four now--and I'd forgotten every last thing." Then suddenly falling calm again, and quietly resuming his seat: "I don't see as it makes any difference.

I won't go, that's all.

Push those almonds here, will you, Miss Lady ?--But we aren't DOING anything," he exclaimed, with a brusque return of exuberance.

"Let's do things.