Good evening." In the hall, as they waited for the elevator, Captain Elisha, happier than at any time since his arrival in New York, clapped his friend on the shoulder.
"Jim," he said, "I was beginnin' to doubt my judgment of things and folks.

Now I feel better.

That niece of mine has got the right stuff in her.

After _that_ invitation, you will come and see us once in a while.
That makes it easier, hey ?" Pearson shook his head.

"I'm not sure, Captain," he observed, slowly, "that it doesn't make it harder.