Hello! Who's calling 'Renie'?
I'm here! _Here! In my bedroom!_ Don't yell the house down.

Really, Vin, you've got a voice like a megaphone! You might think I was on the top of the roof.

What d'you want now?
_I'm busy!_" "So it seems," commented the fair-haired boy of seventeen, sauntering into his sister's room and taking a somewhat insecure seat upon a fancy table, where, with hands in pockets, he regarded her quizzically.

"Great Scott, what a turn out! You look like a magician in the midst of a magic circle.

Are you going to witch the lot into newts and toads?
Whence this thusness?
You won't persuade me that it's a fit of neatness and you're actually tidying.