Now, of course, his recollection became clear.

He remembered a mite of a girl in short frocks, wonder-eyes, and candy-smudged lips.

How they grew, these youngsters! He went into the house, still whistling.

Jove ran out into the kitchen to see if by some possible miracle there was another piece of steak in his grub-pan.

A dog's eyes are always close to his stomach.
Warrington, finding that everybody had gone to bed, turned out the lights and went up stairs.