"Why, I never heard nothing from you," says Aunt Sally.
"Well, I wonder! Why, I wrote you twice to ask you what you could mean by Sid being here."
"Well, I never got 'em, Sis."
Aunt Polly she turns around slow and severe, and says:
"You, Tom!"
"Well—WHAT?" he says, kind of pettish.
"Don t you what ME, you impudent thing—hand out them letters."
"What letters?"