"Well, try to recollect-can't you?"
"Somehow it seems to me that the wind-the wind blowed the-the-"
"Try harder, Tom! The wind did blow something. Come!"
Tom pressed his fingers on his forehead an anxious minute, and then said:
"I've got it now! I've got it now! It blowed the candle!"
"Mercy on us! Go on, Tom-go on!"
"And it seems to me that you said, 'Why, I believe that that door-'"
"Go on, Tom!"
"Just let me study a moment-just a moment. Oh, yes-you said you believed the door was open."
"As I'm sitting here, I did! Didn't I, Mary! Go on!"