"Here you are, Mrs. Decker."
"Thank you, sir. Now we'll be worry free for another month."
"So you are. Nothing like being prompt."
"My husband was going to speak to you about the roof. It leaks dreadfully."
"Pooh! That can't be. Why, it was patched only two years ago."
"You are wrong, Mr. Woodward. It is four years, and then but very little was done to it."
"It cost near twelve dollars," growled the merchant. "You can't expect me to be fixing up the house all the time."
"It leaks very badly."
"Then your husband will have to attend to it. I can't spend any more money this year."
"I don't know what we'll do. I wish you would just step outside and look up at the shingles. Nearly all of them are ready to fall off."