You can't see a blessed thing." "If there was a moon it wouldn't get through the clouds.

It feels to me as if it might rain." "You certainly have cheerful thoughts," Clint grumbled.

"I wonder if it would do any good if we yelled." "We might try it.

Suppose we give the Brimfield cheer, Clint." "Oh, shut up! You make me tired, Amy.

Come on, now.