highboy

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.