It kind of scares one." She was actually pale.
"Oh, there's Dolly Haight!" cried Henrietta Vance as the door bell rang.
They all rushed to the door, running and scrambling, eager to tell the news.

Young Haight stood bewildered on the door mat in the vestibule, his arms full of brown-paper packages, while they recounted the marvel.
They all spoke at once, holding imaginary beer glasses toward him in their outstretched hands.

Geary, however, refused to be carried away by their excitement, and one heard him from time to time repeating, between their ejaculations, "It was the heat from her fingers, you know, and the glass was cold." Young Haight was confused, incredulous; he could not at first make out what _had_ happened.
"Well, just come and _look_ at the broken _glass_ on the _floor_," shouted Turner decisively, dragging him into the dining-room.

They waited, breathless, to hear what he would say.

He looked at the broken glass and then into their faces.