Brown chuckled and went on with his account of stock.
Seth "turned out" rather early that day.

At half past one he appeared in the kitchen, partially dressed.
"Where in time is my shirt ?" he demanded impatiently.
"Your what ?" "My shirt.

I thought I took it off out here.

Could have sworn I did.
Guess likely I didn't, though.

Must be gettin' absent-minded." He was on his way back to the bedroom when his helper called.
"You did take it off out here," he cried.