I got to think." Sam made several suggestions, which Penrod--maintaining his air of preoccupation--dismissed with mere gestures.
"Oh, _I_ know!" Sam cried finally.

"We ought to wash him so's he'll look whiter'n what he does now.

We can turn the hose on him across the manger." "No; not yet," Penrod said.

"It's too soon after his meal.

You ought to know that yourself.