What are you grinnin' at, Roscoe ?" "I can't imagine, Lute.

This clam pie is a triumph.

May I have another helping, Dorinda ?" Dorinda did not answer, but the second helping was a liberal one.

She was so quiet and the glances she gave me from time to time were so odd that I began to feel uneasy.

I was fairly sure that she approved of my new venture, but why did she look at me like that?
"Well," said I, looking at my watch and rising, "what do you think of it?
Am I doing right ?" Lute leaned back in his chair.