Got it, have you?
Hum! is that Elisha?
You don't tell me! I've been spellin' it for sixty years, more or less, and never realized it had such possibilities.

Lend me your pencil.

There! you give Mr.Sylvester that and tell him I'll see him later.

So long, Son." He departed, smiling.

The indignant office boy threw the card on the table.
Captain Elisha strolled down Pine Street, looking about him with interest.