How's yourself ?" "I'm better now.

I guess the sass'parilla was good for me." "'Twan't the sass'p'rilla," observed the captain, with conviction.
"'Twas the 'Arabian Balsam.' Ma always cured me with it and there's nothin' finer." "But what in time--" began Bailey.

Captain Cy glanced at the child and then at the clock.
"Don't you think you'd better turn in now, Emmie ?" he said hastily, cutting off the remainder of the Bangs query.

"It's after eight, and when I was little I was abed afore that." Emily obediently turned, gathered up the Lady's Books and replaced them in the closet.

Then she went to the dining room and came back with a hand lamp.
"Good night," she said, addressing the visitors.