Martha，shehadbeenfussingaroundsomeflowerbusheswithapairofshearsandgloveson。ShelooksupwhenIsaysthat，andshesizesusallupstandingbythegate，andhereyespopsopen，andsodoeshermouth，andsheissosurprisedtoseemeshedropshershears。
Andshelooksscared，too。
“IsMissBucknerathome？”astsColonelTom，liftinghishatverypolite。
“MissB-B-Buckner？”Marthastutters，veryscared-like，andnottakinghereyesoffofmetoanswerhim。
“MissHampton，Martha，“Isays。