"Have you?"
"I spoke to him."
"How brave! How did he look?"
"Horrid. His eyes were bloodshot."
"Ah! He has been drinking. That's despair. Perhaps it's time I tried to cheer him up."
"Don't make him angry."
"I'm not going to. I'm not vindictive. I'm rather nice. I've recovered from my rage, and now I wouldn't set his farm on fire for worlds. Why, if I saw it blazing, I should run to help! But I'd like to tease him just a little bit."
"I wish you wouldn't. I think it's rather mean, he looks so miserable. And I'm sure it isn't safe. Please, Miriam."
"I can take care of myself, my dear."
"I'm not so sure."