He took hold of his beard and looked foolish.

Sam and Grace looked ashamed and mad.

Cousin Harriet laughed one of her lazy laughs.
"'Archibald, de-ar,' she drawls, 'you mustn't speak that way.

Now be nice, and play with Margaret durin' dinner, that's a good boy.' "'I won't,' remarks Archie, cheerful.

'I'm goin' to dine with you, mama.' "'Oh, no, you're not, dear.