If they want to see me they can call on me here.

I'm going up to the store with you and Uncle Zoeth.

I want to help sell those Christmas goods of ours." The partners looked at each other.

Even Zoeth was moved to protest.
"Now, Mary-'Gusta," he said, "it ain't likely that your Uncle Shadrach and I are goin' to let you sell goods in that store.

We won't hear of it, will we, Shadrach ?" "Not by a thunderin' sight!" declared Shadrach, vehemently.