He had it half open, and not yet could Mary speak.

For Letty, she was fast asleep.
From the top of the stair came the voice of Ann, screaming: "Here's your hat, Joe.

I knew you'd be going when you played that.
You'd have forgotten it, I know!" Mary heard the hat come tumbling down the stair.
"Thank you, Ann," returned Joe.

"Yes, I'm going.

The ladies don't care much for my music.