"Glad to marry a good-for-nothin' sand-peep like you! You sassy--GET down off that chair and out of this house! Get down this minute!" "I can't! This stovepipe's loose, I tell you! Be reason'ble, Keziah.
Do--don't you touch me! I'll fall if you do.

Pl-e-ase, Keziah!--O Lordy! I knew it.

LAVINY!" The door opened.

On the threshold, arms akimbo and lips set tight, stood Lavinia Pepper.

Her brother's knees gave way; in their collapse they struck the chair back; the rickety leg wabbled.