It's all the same, only 'tain't.

Ahem: "Jane and Sukey and July Ann-- Too brown, too slim, too stout! You needn't smile on this 'ere man, Git out! git out! git out! But the maiden fair With bonny brown hair-- Let all the rest git out!"-- "Get out yourself!" thundered Albert Charlton, bursting in at that moment.

"If you don't get your pack of tomfoolery out of here quick, I'll get it out for you," and he bore down on Westcott fiercely.
"I beg pardon, Mr.Charlton.

I'm here to see your sister with her consent and your mother's, and--" "And I tell you," shouted Albert, "that my sister is a little girl, and my mother doesn't understand such puppies as you, and I am my sister's protector, and if you don't get out of here, I'll kill you if I can." "Albert, don't be so quarrelsome," said Mrs.Plausaby, coming in at the instant.

"I'm sure Mr.Westcott's a genteel man, and good-natured to Katy, and--" "Out! out! I say, confound you! or I'll break your empty head," thundered Charlton, whose temper was now past all softening.