"Why, Margaret!" "Here, take your guitar," she whispered hurriedly.

"I was afraid if father happened to find it he'd break it all to pieces!" "What for ?" asked the startled Robert.
"Because I'm sure he knows it's yours." "But what----" "Oh, Bob," she moaned, "I was waiting here to tell you.

I was so afraid you'd try to come in----" "TRY!" exclaimed the unfortunate young man, quite dumfounded.

"TRY to come----" "Yes, before I warned you.

I've been waiting here to tell you, Bob, you mustn't come near the house if I were you I'd stay away from even this neighbourhood--far away! For a while I don't think it would be actually SAFE for----" "Margaret, will you please----" "It's all on account of that dollar you gave Penrod this morning," she walled.