"That's why I can't understand your hidin' at my back door and whistlin' and wavin' like a young one.

What did you come here for, anyway ?" Seth answered with righteous indignation.
"I come for my shirt," he declared.
"Your shirt ?" "Yes, my other shirt.

I left it in the kitchen this mornin', and that--that helper of mine says you was in the chair along with it." "Humph! Did he have the impudence to say I took it ?" "No--o.

No, course he didn't.

But it's gone and--and--" "What would I want of your shirt?
Didn't think I was cal'latin' to wear it, did you ?" "No, but--" "I should hope not.