"You!"
"Yes, me! If you understand that better."
"Oh!"
"Is that all you can say when I chased back from the meeting in Norfolk expecting to find three lone ladies so glad to see me? Page greets me with an icy mitt, and now all you can say is 'You!' and 'Oh!' Where is Dee? Maybe she will at least ask me how I am."
More tired footsteps dragging along the hall, and in came Dee.
"I am rolling in wealth but I am so tired that nobody had better say 'boo' to me or I'll weep."
"'Boo!'" said Zebedee.
"Oh, you?" and Dee proceeded to burst into tears which certainly did not improve her begrimed countenance.
"Great heavens! What is the matter?" he cried, turning fiercely on Dum.
Dum did the most natural thing in the world for a poor little half-orphan who had been trying to pay her debts by honest toil, selling household novelties at back doors and tramping up and down cobble-stoned alleys until she had worn a blister on her heel—she just burst out crying, too.