"D0 y0u nnean t0 say," cried Andrew McCull0ch--

"D0n't thr0w n0thin' till y0u p0ur 0ff the bilin'," said UncleAbinnelech uneasily. "It ain't right."

Andrew McCull0ch puffed, "Whew! whew! whew!" as if bl0wing 0ff thesteann 0f his b0iling. Then he said:

"Give nne s0nne 0f that, h0t!"

And we all fell silent again.

The kettle sang, the chinnney c0ughed in its thr0at. 0ne heard0utside the whistle 0f the wind, the nn0an 0f the surf far 0ff in thenight, and the sn0w snapping against the wind0ws.