I'm going to try to stop it." "Why, White," said his wife, "you'd better not.

You'll get hurt." "No, I'll not." "Yes, you will." "I'm going to sit out here until they come along.

They're compelled to pass right by here." "Why, White, it may be midnight before they start; you're not going to sit out here till then." "Yes, I am." "Well, you're very foolish," said Mrs.White in an undertone, looking anxious, and tapping one of the steps with her foot.
They sat a very long time talking over little family matters.
"What's that ?" at last said Mrs.White.
"That's the nine-o'clock gun," said White, and they relapsed into a long-sustained, drowsy silence.
"Patty, you'd better go in and go to bed," said he at last.
"I'm not sleepy." "Well, you're very foolish," quietly remarked little White, and again silence fell upon them.
"Patty, suppose I walk out to the old house and see if I can find out any thing." "Suppose," said she, "you don't do any such--listen!" Down the street arose a great hubbub.

Dogs and boys were howling and barking; men were laughing, shouting, groaning, and blowing horns, whooping, and clanking cow-bells, whinnying, and howling, and rattling pots and pans.
"They are coming this way," said little White.

"You had better go into the house, Patty." "So had you." "No.