“Don't swear, Kenelm. Profanity won't help you none.”
“I wa'n't swearin'. All I say is what's the use of an umbrella if you can't hist it in a storm? I wouldn't give a darn for a schooner load of 'em when 'twas fair weather. I—I cal'late I—I left it somewheres.”
“I cal'late you did. I'm goin' over to the village this mornin' and I'll stop in at that clubhouse, myself.”
“I—I don't believe it's at the clubhouse, Hannah.”
“You don't? Why don't you?”
“I—I don't know. I just guess it ain't, that's all. Somethin' seems to tell me 'tain't.”
“Oh, it does, hey? I want to know! Hum! Was you anywheres else last night? Answer me the truth now, Kenelm Parker. Was you anywheres else last night?”
“Anywheres else. What do you mean by that?”
“I mean what I say. You know what I mean well enough. Was you—well, was you callin' on anybody?”
“Callin' on anybody? CALLIN' on 'em?”