But you don't need to be uneasy.

You won't even see these folks--unless you sneak up on them." He stole a look at the artist, and chuckled maliciously as the painter covertly shook his fist at him.

"You may _hear_ them though." "Which would probably be as bad," retorted the novelist, gruffly.
"Oh, I don't know!" returned the other.

"You might be able to stand it.

I don't reckon you would object to a little music now and then, would you ?--_real_ music, I mean." "So our neighbors are musical, are they ?" The novelist seemed slightly interested.
"Sibyl Andres is the most accomplished violinist I have ever heard," said the Ranger.