"I should think people might have sense enough not to crowd all the air out of a sick-room in this fashion." "It's exceedingly inconsiderate of them, I am sure," answered Mrs.
Hardcastle, drawing a sofa cushion behind her back.

"She ought to be so quiet." "Phebe!" shouted Dick.

"Here's the parson.

He wants to know if you're dead yet.

Shan't I send him up?
It will be all right, you know, quite the thing.