They both listened.
"I don't hear anything but the storm," said Emily.

"Why, Auntie, you ARE frightened; you're trembling.

I do believe there is something." Thankful snatched her hand away.
"There isn't," she declared.

"Of course there isn't." "Then why are you so nervous ?" "Me?
Nervous! Emily Howes, don't you ever say that to me again.

I ain't nervous and I ain't goin' to be nervous.