I think I eat too much.

Where's my place in the paper ?--always lose my place in the paper.

Clever editorials this fellow Eastman writes, unbiassed by party prejudice--unbiassed--unbiassed." His voice died to a whisper.
The breakfast proceeded, Travis supervising everything that went forward, even giving directions to Victorine as to the hour for serving dinner.

It was while she was talking to Victorine as to this matter that Snooky began to whine.
"Stop!" "And tell Maggie," pursued Travis, "to fricassee her chicken, and not to have it too well done--" "Sto-o-op!" whined Snooky again.
"And leave the heart out for Papum.

He likes the heart--" "Sto-o-op!" "Unbiassed by prejudice," murmured Mr.Bessemer, "vigorous and to the point.