They're always at it.

They're always sending boys, and ministers in the milk, by Jove! and women that talk in a way to turn the milk sour in the cellar, Sir, and who have already turned themselves sour in the face, Sir, and whom a man can't turn out of doors, Sir, to swindle money out of innocent people! I tell you, young man, 'twon't work! I'll, be whipped if I give you a solitary red cent!" And Christopher Burt, in a fine wrath, seated himself by the table, and wiped his forehead.
Abel stood patiently and meekly under this gust of fury, and when it was ended, and Mr.Burt was a little composed, he began quietly, as if the indignation were the most natural thing in the world: "No, Sir; it is not a subscription paper--" "Not a subscription paper!" interrupted the old gentleman, lifting his head and staring at him.

"Why, what the deuce is it, then ?" "Why, Sir, as I was just saying," calmly returned Abel, "it is a personal matter altogether." "Eh! eh! what ?" cried Mr.Burt, on the edge of another paroxysm, "what the deuce does that mean?
Who are you.

Sir ?" "I am one of Mr.Gray's boys, Sir," replied Abel.
"What! what!" thundered Grandpa Burt, springing up suddenly, his mind opening upon a fresh scent.

"One of Mr.Gray's boys?
How dare you, Sir, come into my house?
Who sent you here, Sir?
What right have you to intrude into this place, Sir?
Hiram! Hiram!" "Yes, Sir," answered the man, as he came across the hall.
"Show this young man out." "He may have some message, Sir," said Hiram, who had heard the preceding conversation.
"Have you got any message ?" asked Mr.Burt.
"No, Sir; but I--" "Then why, in Heaven's name, don't you go ?" "Mr.Burt," said Abel, with placid persistence, "being one of Mr.Gray's boys, I go of course to Dr.Peewee's Church, and there I have so often seen--" "Come, come, Sir, this is a little too much.