I am rather ashamed." "You called me a donkey," said Blanche, "but it was the best thing you could have done.

You frightened me into putting on my shoes, instead of trying to comb my hair with them.

It was startling to see you march into the stateroom, the only person who had not been turned into a gibbering idiot.

I know I was gibbering, and I know Marie was." "We both gibbered at the red-haired man when he came in," said Marie.
"We clutched at him and gibbered together.

Where is the red-haired man, Betty?
Perhaps we made him ill.