Give me some more cake.

Never mind cutting it thick.

Is that bottle of lemonade for me ?" "You hardly deserve it, Jack, after the way you have spoken of me.

Don't you remember," she added, cautiously leading him back to the point, "I used to make your lemonade when you were ill ?" Jack persisted in wandering away from the point.

"You are so hungry for compliments," he objected.