He always wore a high silk hat.

He made a grab for his hat, and the match burned his fingers.
"Aouch!" he exclaimed, as he dropped the match.

"What's the matter ?" "Oh, my dear!" exclaimed his wife.

"How dreadful to leave you here! Shut up alone in this awful place! But to think we have found you!" "No trouble about that, I should say," remarked Mr.Chipperton, going over to the other side of the den after his hat.

"You haven't been gone ten minutes, and it's a pretty straight road back here." "But how did it happen ?" "Why did you stay ?" "Weren't you frightened ?" "Did you stay on purpose ?" we all asked him at pretty much one and the same time.
"I did stay on purpose," said he; "but I did not expect to stay but a minute, and had no idea you would go and leave me.