"I like that. You tried to get me to let you carry it, Ed."
"Don't talk so much."
"Who started the talk?"
"Well, who's running this, anyway—you, Willard Nash?"
"There's a dog in that house."
"Sh!"
"But that dog's only a cocker spaniel. He can't hurt you."
"Judy, sh!"
Sh! Somebody was always saying that. It was part of the ceremony, which had been the same all three times. The procession was halting opposite the Nealy house. A whispered quarrel started every time they approached a house, and was hushed halfway through and not taken up again. The quarrel and the hush were part of the ceremony, too.
The Nealy house was small and harmless looking, and entirely dark, but they did not allow that to make them reckless. They stood looking warily across the dark street.