"We've been wondering where Mr.Morris dug him up." "Hush," said Breen--"he'll hear you." "All right, but hurry up.

I must say he doesn't look near so bad when you get close to him." "Mr.Grayson, I want you to know my friend Garry Minott." Peter rose to his feet.

"I DO know him," he said, holding out his hand cordially.

"I've been knowing him all the evening.

He's made most of the fun at his end of the table.