Hurry up, that's a good girl." Kyan protested that he did not need the hammer, but his protest was unheeded.

With one more glance at the couple, Grace departed from the kitchen, biting her lips.

She shut the door carefully behind her.

Mr.
Pepper labored frantically with the pipe.
"No use to shake it any more till you get the hammer," advised Keziah.
"Might's well talk while you're waitin'.

What was it you wanted to tell me ?" Abishai drew one hand across his forehead, leaving a decorative smooch of blacking on his perspiring countenance.