"Good morning, Ellen," he said.

"I am glad to find you at home.

May I come in ?" Ellen removed the clothes-peg from her mouth.
"It's your own house, isn't it ?" she replied, with a suspicious little quiver in her tone.

"I don't suppose you've forgotten your way into the parlor.

Keep well away from me or you may get some soapsuds on your fine clothes." She raised her red arms above her head and flattened herself against the wall with elaborate care.