But it won't--it won't.

We're nervous, that's all.

We're always so careful of Dusenberry, as if he was made out of thin china, that we get fidgety when there's no need of it.

We mustn't be foolish." After supper Mrs.Baker tiptoed into the bedroom.

She emerged with a very white face.
"Hiram," she whispered, "he acts dreadful queer.