I was not up stairs when he came home; no, sir.
Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that.
I have been away a great deal in the daytime, occasionally at night.
My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.
I had no occasion for an apron on that morning.
