You ain't killed, are you, David ?" David appeared to be remarkably sound and active.

He wriggled from his owner's arms and bolted under the stove.
"No; he's all right," said Mary-'Gusta.

"Isn't it nice he ain't hurt, Mr .-- I mean Cap'n Gould ?" Captain Shad rubbed his knee.

"Um--yes," he said, with elaborate sarcasm; "it's lovely.

Course I don't mind breakin' both MY legs, but if that cat had been--er--bruised or anything I should have felt bad.