"Maybe I do, Kenelm, but you mean so much to me.

I just can't let you go." "Go! I ain't goin' nowheres, am I?
What kind of talk's that ?" "And to think you'd heave away that umbrella--the umbrella I gave you! That's what makes me feel so bad.

A nice, new, gilt-plated umbrella--" "I never hove it away.

I--I--well, I left it somewheres, I--I cal'late.
I'll go look for it after breakfast.

Say, when are we goin' to have breakfast, anyhow?
It's almost eight o'clock now.