I've had the toothache and the headache and Lord knows what.

Now I feel hungry; we'll have some supper together.

Give me a jug, Maggie, and I'll get some beer.' 'You sit down,' she replied.

'I'll run out and fetch it.' 'Why, what's the good of a jug like that!' he roared, watching her.

'A gallon or so won't be a drop too much for me.' He flung himself into a chair and stretched his legs.
'Been to the lecture ?' he asked, as his sister left the room.
'Yes,' Gilbert replied, his wonted quietness contrasting with the other's noise.