"I'm afraid I'm in the way." "No, no!" shouted the occupant of the chair.

"No, no, you ain't!" "But I'm afraid I am.

And they'll be expecting me at home.

Aunt Keziah, I--" "Don't be in such a hurry," interrupted Keziah.

"Does stick in the chimney, don't it?
Tell you what you can do, Grace; you can go in the woodshed and fetch the hammer that's in the table drawer.