Just think of treatin' her that way! Well, where've you been all the forenoon ?" The question was addressed to her brother, who entered the house by the side door at that moment.

Kenelm seemed a trifle confused.
"I--I been lookin' for that umbrella, Hannah," he explained.

"I knew I must have left it somewheres 'cause--'cause, you see I--I took it out with me last night and--and--" "And come home without it.

It wouldn't take a King Solomon to know that.
Did you find it ?" Kenelm's embarrassment appeared to increase.
"Well," he stammered, "I ain't exactly found it--but--" "But what ?" "I--I'm cal'latin' to find it, Hannah." "Yes, I know.

You're cal'latin' to get to Heaven some time or other, I s'pose, but if the path is as narrow and crooked as they say 'tis I should be scared if I was you.