"I'm comin'." He was in the sitting room when she entered.

He was wearing his Sunday suit of blue and his soft felt hat was on the center table.

She held out her hand and he shook it heartily.
"Well!" she observed, smiling, "I declare if I don't believe you've got the tiptoe habit.

This is the second time you've sneaked into the house and scared me 'most to death.

I asked you before if you wa'n't ashamed of yourself and now I ask it again." Before he could reply she caught a glimpse of his face.
"What is it ?" she asked.