Hush up, Job! Nobody's goin' to eat ye--'less it's the moskeeters.
Now, then, mister, here he comes." He began pushing the box toward the open end of the wagon.

The dog's whines and screams and scratchings furnished an accompaniment almost deafening.
"Wait! Stop! For heaven's sake, wait!" shouted Brown.

"What are you putting that brute off here for?
I don't want him." "Yes, you do.

Seth does, anyhow.

Henry G.made him a present of Job last time Seth was over to the store.