You lost one of your mittens, too, but 'twas an old one, so I don't mind that so much.

But that umbrella was your Christmas present and 'twas good gloria silk with a real gilt-plated handle.

I paid two dollars and a quarter for that umbrella, and I told you never to take it out in a storm because you were likely to turn it inside out and spile it.

If I'd seen you take it last night I'd have stopped you, but you was gone afore I missed it." "But--but, consarn it all, Hannah--" "Don't swear, Kenelm.

Profanity won't help you none." "I wa'n't swearin'.