I felt like fanning myself with a washboard, although it was bitter cold outside.
While I was calling on Bob Sherlock, to talk over a little business he and myself were interested in, there was something of a commotion.
It began after my arrival.
I sat in the parlor waiting for Bob, who was dressing.
The family were in the back parlor, there being several children patterned very much after Bob.
Presently I heard signs of trouble.
Then Mrs. Bob said, a little sharply:
"Lawrence, don't be so selfish. Let your baby brother play with your marbles a little while."