"Yes, ma'am!" he answered, eagerly pointing to a huge needle with a blue yarn which was sewed into his blue drilling shirt-front.
"Is Mrs. Sally Smith alive?" I asked solemnly.
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Does she live in this house?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Does any one else live here?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Who?"
"Mr. Smith."
"Well, set your rifle down here in the corner of the fence, and look out how you aim it another time. There! now take this letter and carry it up to Mrs. Smith, and give her my compliments, and say that we would like a reply at her earliest convenience. We may be addressed at the foot of the lane, sitting on our trunks."