And then I went out to sweep the veranda; like I always do, before breakfast.

And maybe ten minutes later I see this brute trot out of Mr.Harmon's place, and along the road, and come, asnuffing up the steps and into the house.

And when I followed him upstairs and scatted him out, I saw the room looking like it is, now; and I yells to Mr.Garretse, and he's shaving, and--" "That will do, Esther!" snapped the author.

"And, now, sir--" "But, Mr.Garretse," put in the Mistress, "Lad never did such a thing as this, in all his life! He's been brought up in the house.

Even as a puppy, he was--" "The evidence shows otherwise," interrupted Garretse, with a visible struggle at self-control.