Tea ?--Not a drop." "Oh, but it is so delicious--and I will give you the very biggest piece of lemon that is left." "No--not a drop; and as to lemon--that's rank poison to me.

You should have seen me hobbling around with gout only last week, and all because somebody at a reception, or tea, or some such plaguey affair, made me drink a glass of lemonade.

Give it to this aged old gentleman--it will keep him awake.

Here, Peter!" Up to this moment no word had been addressed to Jack, who stood outside the half circle waiting for some sign of recognition from the great man; and a little disappointed when none came.

He did not know that one of the great man's failings was his forgetting the names even of those of his intimate friends--such breaks as "Glad to see you--I remember you very well, and very pleasantly, and now please tell me your name," being a common occurrence with the great architect--a failing that everybody pardoned.
Peter noticed the boy's embarrassment and touched Morris' arm.
"You remember Mr.Breen, don't you, Holker?
He was at your supper that night--and sat next to me." Morris whirled quickly and held out his hand, all his graciousness in his manner.
"Yes, certainly.