You and Milburn and a few others might have got up quite a toot.

You don't get the secretary to a deputation for tying up the Empire home every day." "You did that for him in the Express," said John Murchison, smiling as he pressed down, with an accustomed thumb, the tobacco into his pipe.
"Oh, we said nothing at all! Wait till he's returned for South Fox," Williams responded jocularly.
"Why not the Imperial Council--of the future--at Westminster while you're about it ?" remarked Lorne, flipping a pebble back upon the gravel path.
"That will keep, my son.

But one of these days, you mark my words, Mr L.Murchison will travel to Elgin Station with flags on his engine and he'll be very much surprised to find the band there, and a large number of his fellow-citizens, all able-bodied shouting men, and every factory whistle in Elgin let off at once, to say nothing of kids with tin ones.
And if the Murchison Stove and Furnace Works siren stands out of that occasion I'll break in and pull it myself." "It won't stand out," Stella assured him.

"I'll attend to it.

Don't you worry." "I suppose you had a lovely time, Mr Murchison ?" said Mrs Williams, gently tilting to and fro in a rocking-chair, with her pretty feet in their American shoes well in evidence.