Here, table, highboy chairs, and screen—mahogany, cherry, teak—looked nervous and disproportioned.
When Hortense and highboy entered, only the embers of the fire were left on the hearth in Grandmother's room.
"If you laugh at me, I won't go," said highboy in a mournful voice.
"Then you'd better talk with my brother, Lowboy," said highboy tartly.
Andy, highboy, and Hortense, all lent a hand but could not free him.
At the tenth, highboy remarked that thirteen would be all he would want.
Nor when she spoke to highboy did he answer; he was not there.
"Is it can——," highboy began but could say no more, for she crammed it into his mouth.
"The drawer in the highboy wouldn't open, Grandma," said Hortense.
"You'll only make fun of me," said highboy in a tearful voice.
