Ahm

Ahm, maybe!

“Ahm—why don’t you go back with Dad and Uncle Eugene. I’ll be over in a jiffy…” Gabriel looks up at her confused, but then takes off for his old man.

“You dwarves really believe in that old hag?” The soldier continued without waiting for an answer. “Ahm… You are dwarfin, pretty miss? I mean, well, you dress dwarfin, but you don’t look it.”

‘Did you brush your teeth?’ […] ‘Ahm . . . No, my toothbrush . . . ahm . . . fell on to the . . . the ceiling.’ He shook his head at himself.