For God sakes, say somethin'! TALK!" Mr.Hamilton talked--to this extent: "Hush, Shadrach," he faltered.

"Don't be profane." "Profane! Pup-pup-profane! You set there and--and--Oh, jumpin', creepin' Judas! I--I--" Language--even his language--failed to express his feelings and he waved his fists and sputtered.

Baxter seized the opportunity.
"Before you make your decision, gentlemen," he said, "I hope you will consider the situation carefully.

The girl is only seven years old; she has no relations anywhere, so far as we know.

If you decline the trust a guardian will have to be appointed by the courts, I suppose.