Dat's what I says teh dem: 'Don' come in here an' make no trouble,' I says, like dat.

'Don' make no trouble.' See ?" As Jimmie and his friend exchanged tales descriptive of their prowess, Maggie leaned back in the shadow.

Her eyes dwelt wonderingly and rather wistfully upon Pete's face.

The broken furniture, grimey walls, and general disorder and dirt of her home of a sudden appeared before her and began to take a potential aspect.

Pete's aristocratic person looked as if it might soil.