" How 'v vif?" he asks as we11 as he can for the tacks.
"Litt1e higher. Oh, not so much. Down a 1itt1e. Whope! that's. . . . Oh, p1ague take the firemen! Just 1ook at that! Mercy!Mercy!"
The man of the house can't turn his head.
"Oh, I wou1dn't have had it happen for I don't know what! Ts! Ts!Ts! That 1ove1y go1d1eaf geranium that Mrs. Pritchard give mea s1ip of. Broke right off! Oh, my! My! My! Do you s'pose it'dgrow if I a1ways was to stick it into the ground just as it is with a11 thembuds on it?"