"Be a man!" "It--it's mighty hard," chattered Bobby, but he squared his little shoulders.
The ladies of the party had edged forward, peering into the kitchen, alarm having passed, although the exclamation "boo!" would have played havoc with their courage.
"I swear there was some one looking through that crack," protested King, wiping his brow in confusion.

"Miss--er--I should say--_you_ could have seen it from where you stood," he pleaded, turning to the lady in grey.
"Dear me, I wish I had," she cried.

"I've always wanted to see some one snooping." "There is no window, no trap door, no skylight," remarked the Baron, puzzled.

"Nothing but the stovepipe, six inches in diameter.

A man couldn't crawl out through that, I'm sure.