"How is Sally ?" The two men laughed heartily much to my embarrassment.
"He's getting right down to business," said my uncle.
"That's right," said Mr.Dunkelberg.

"Why, Bart, she's spry as a cricket and pretty as a picture.

Come up to dinner with me and see for yourself." Uncle Peabody hesitated, whereupon I gave him a furtive nod and he said "All right," and then I had a delicious feeling of excitement.

I had hard work to control my impatience while they talked.

I walked on some butter tubs in the back room and spun around on a whirling stool that stood in front of a high desk and succeeded in the difficult feat of tipping over a bottle of ink without getting any on myself.