I must stop that porridge regimen; it doesn't suit you.

Ready, Edith ?' he shouted heartily at the foot of the stairs.
Mrs.Rossall came down, buttoning her gloves.
'If I were you, Wilf,' she said, 'I'd go off somewhere for the day.

The twins will only worry you.' Wilfrid laughed.
'I am going to eat unexampled chops at the "Waggoner" in Hilstead,' he replied.
'That's right.

Good-bye, my dear boy.

I wish you'd get fatter.' 'Pooh, I'm all right.' The landau rolled away.