And look at your mouth.

What IS that truck ?" "I don't know, aunt." "Well, I know.

It's jam--that's what it is.

Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you.

Hand me that switch." The switch hovered in the air--the peril was desperate-- "My! Look behind you, aunt!" The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger.