“Never you mind about that!” retorted John. “You didn’t see all that I saw.”
“But you haven’t told us what you saw.”
“I told you something I heard. If you had heard your own name coming down the chimney and through the windows and up from the cellar, out of the attic, in the hallway, down the stairs and everywhere at the same time you wouldn’t have stayed there any longer either.”
“Perhaps I wouldn’t,” admitted George, “but my feeling is that you didn’t hear half as much as you thought you did.”
“No, sir,” responded John. “I have told you only half what I did hear.”
“Well go ahead with your story.”
“I’m not going to talk until we get home.”