I'm all unstrung.

So far as I can see the only thing we're findin' is nerves.

One thing I will say: It was dull and lonesome before Mr.O'Neill came and I missed him when he went but dear knows, it was peaceful.

It's been one thing right after the other.

Who upset Mr.Abbott in the river, I'd like to know, and almost hit him in the head with an oar?
Who kept Mr.Craig so upset that he threw his brandy bottle at your father most every morning?
Who sang the roan cow into kickin' at the milk?
Who--" "Sh!" said Hetty.
It seemed that Mr.O'Neill at that minute was not digging up the lilac bush.