Your mudder vouldn't known you since you gome here.

Pedder you send for your folks alretty." "Oh, go out--let me alone.

Yes, I'll do it.

I'll get up soon." When the girl returned with the proprietor of the hotel Harold was far past rational speech.

He was pounding furiously on the door, shouting, "Let me out!" When they tried to open the door they found it locked.