See?
Right down the ravine there?
See the big limb swaying?
That's the place.
The old lady is carrying her joke too far.

That's pretty close home.
Stand right there, please.

I won't let it rain in on you." "You are very good, Mr.King.

I--I've always thought I loved a storm.
Ooh! But this is too terrible! Aren't you really afraid you'll be struck?
Thanks, ever so much." He had squared himself between her and the door, turning his back upon the storm: but not through cowardice, as one might suppose.
"Don't mention it.

I won't mind it so much, don't you know, if I get struck in the back.