He said, “Yes; nothing left of it.” He looked awful funny.
My sister said, “I’m glad of it; he’s an old grizzly bear.”
“You had some words with him?” my father asked me.
“I guess there’s nobody in town who hasn’t had words with him,” my sister said.
“Just let me talk to Roy,” my father told her.
I said, “We were jollying him along because he was mad on account of our car being in the field. It wasn’t near his building, that’s one sure thing.”
“And you boys were planning to get the car past his building? You asked him if you could take some boards down?”
“Yes, we did,” I said; “and he said no.”
“Of course,” said my sister; “what did you expect him to say?”
“And you told him you’d think up some other way?” my father asked me.