I told the fellows to go on and I tasked back to the little house.

I still carried the lantern, but just as I reached the door, it went out.
I tell you, I felt like letting the whole thing go, but I didn't want to get the nurse into trouble.

So I unlocked the front door, opened it, and, Great Scott! I saw----" "There's everything in choosing a subject when you want to tell a good story," calmly interrupted Bill.

"This story I am trying to tell has a laugh in it.

You don't have to keep your hair down with both hands and feel the cold chills playing tag up and down your spinal column, like you have to do when some people are trying to yarn.