"Lost child nothing!" I told him. "The child ain't lost. Here he is. It's the parents," I said, "that's lost on us."
The noon whistle blew just then, and the men that were working on the sewer threw down their shovels.
"Look at their faces," says Mis' Sykes. "Did you ever see anything so terrible foreign?"
"Foreign ain't poison," says Mis' Toplady on the back seat.
"I'm going to have Silas put a button on the cellar window," says Mis' Sykes.
"Shucks, they ain't shaved, that's all," says Mis' Toplady.
Mis' Sykes leaned over to the sheriff. "You better be up around the peace celebration to-morrow night," she says. "We've been giving out invitations pretty miscellaneous, and we might need you."
"I'll drop up," says the sheriff. "But I like to watch them bunk cars pretty close, where the men live."
"Is there much lawlessness?" Mis' Sykes asks, fearful.