But first down with you--here--right opposite--always your place, my dear Harry.

Todd, another shell of oysters and more waffles and coffee--everything, Todd, and blazing hot: two shells, Todd--the sight of you, Harry, makes me ravenous again, and I could have eaten my boots, when I got home an hour ago, I was so hungry.

But the mare"-- here he moved to the window--"is she all right?
Spitfire, I suppose--you'd kill anything else, you rascal! But you haven't tied her!" "No--never tie her--break her heart if I did.

Todd, hang up this coat and hat in the hall before you go." "That's what you said of that horse you bought of Hampson--ran away, didn't he ?" persisted his host, his eyes on the mare, which had now become quiet.
"Yes, and broke his leg.

But Spitfire's all right--she'll stand.