hold of the door and raising it slightly.
"Please don't, because I'm on the way to making a call and I could never get out if you shut me up here with Faithful Heart, and the old sheep might come back and butt me over," pleaded Rebecca.
"Well, then tell me," insisted Jo.
"If you must know, you must. In the first place, Mr. Philip Bolling's brother would have taken off his hat when he addressed a lady."
"Where is the lady at?" asked Joe scornfully.
"He would never have said: 'Where is the lady at? but: 'Where is the lady at?' Mr. Philip Bolling's brother would not threaten a lady, even if the lady happened to be only a little girl. He wanted to give up his lower berth to me on the train just exactly as though I had been an old, old person."
"Yes, he did—not!"
"Mr. Philip Boiling's brother wouldn't say: 'That there en-jine,' but just 'That engine.' He wouldn't say '’Aint got no' under any circumstances."
"Aw, I reckon you're right sissified."
"I don't know whether I am or not, but I know I want to get out of this place and can't do it."
