"It's only Grandfather's Clock," said Highboy in a relieved whisper.
"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.
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.
Andy, Highboy, and Hortense, all lent a hand but could not free him.
"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.
Nor when she spoke to Highboy did he answer; he was not there.
"Highboy and Lowboy are in the cooky jar," said the Clock, not waiting to be asked.
