I'm hungry." She looked up at him, incredulously, indignation rising.
"Eat!" she exclaimed.

"You can be hungry ?" "You bet I can--and I am," he answered cheerfully.

"Come on; we've got to make the best of it." "Ruth," I broke in gently, "we'll all have to think about ourselves a little if we're to be of any use to him.

You must eat--and then rest." "No use crying in the milk even if it's spilt," observed Drake, even more cheerfully brutal.

"I learned that at the front where we got so we'd yelp for food even when the lads who'd been bringing it were all mixed up in it." She lifted Ventnor's head from her lap, rested it on the silks; arose, eyes wrathful, her little hands closed in fists as though to strike him.
"Oh--you brute!" she whispered.