There were three stiff chairs, a table, a dresser, and a highboy.
"You'll only make fun of me," said Highboy in a tearful voice.
"Then you'd better talk with my brother, Lowboy," said Highboy tartly.
"If you laugh at me, I won't go," said Highboy in a mournful voice.
"It's only Grandfather's Clock," said Highboy in a relieved whisper.
"Is it can——," Highboy began but could say no more, for she crammed it into his mouth.
Andy, Highboy, and Hortense, all lent a hand but could not free him.
Nor when she spoke to Highboy did he answer; he was not there.
"The drawer in the highboy wouldn't open, Grandma," said Hortense.
"Highboy and Lowboy are in the cooky jar," said the Clock, not waiting to be asked.
