The latter grew uneasy under the scrutiny.
"What in time are you lookin' at me like that for ?" he asked, pettishly.
The windmill maker sighed again.

"Why--er--Gab," he drawled, "I was just thinkin' likely YOU might be stuck for keeps." "Eh?
Stuck?
What are you talkin' about ?" "Stuck on that box you're sittin' on.

I had the glue pot standin' on that box just afore you came in and.

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