"Mr.Fits is snowed in tight." "We're even at peace with Hen Dutcher, the miserable shirk," rumbled Tom Reade.
"That reminds me," said Dick, turning.

"Hen, it's up to you to wash all the dishes, and to do it tidily, too." "I won't," retorted Hen defiantly.

"I'm no servant to you fellows." "Hen," observed Dick, with a light in his eyes that meant business, "it's past the time now for you to tell us what you'll do and what you won't do.

We didn't invite you here, and you didn't pay any share of the expenses that we have been under.

Accident made you our guest; we didn't really want you here at all.