“Lock him out,” said Mrs. Hall. “Don’t let him come in again. I half guessed⁠—I might ha’ known. With them goggling eyes and bandaged head, and never going to church of a Sunday. And all they bottles⁠—more’n it’s right for anyone to have. He’s put the sperits into the furniture.⁠ ⁠… My good old furniture! ’Twas in that very chair my poor dear mother used to sit when I was a little girl. To think it should rise up against me now!”

“Just a drop more, Janny,” said Hall. “Your nerves is all upset.”