"Darn the lantern!" he shouted.
"S-sh-sh! you'll wake up the Brown man." This warning was more effective.

But Seth was still furious.
"Emeline Bascom," he snarled, shaking his forefinger in her face, "you've said over and over that I wa'n't a man.

You have, haven't you ?" She was looking at his shirt cuff, then but a few inches from her nose.
"Who sewed on that button ?" she asked.
This was so unexpected that his wrath was, for the instant, displaced by astonishment.
"What ?" he asked.

"What button ?" "That one on your shirt sleeve.

Who sewed it on ?" "Why, I did, of course.