We'll send for your trunk to-morrer.' "Even then the girl hesitated.

She'd been so used to bein' a slave that I suppose she couldn't realize she was free at last.
"'But, Mike, dear,' she says.

'I--oh, your lovely hat! Put it down, Archie, darlin'.

Put it down!' "Archibald had been doin' a little cruisin' on his own hook, and he'd dug up Mike's shiny beaver where it had been dropped in the hall.

Now he was dancin' round with it, bangin' it on the top as if it was a drum.
"'Put it down, PLEASE!' pleads Margaret.