I will! I'll send it up by a messenger boy." "Then you WOULD be a buffoon." "Don't!" he exclaimed.

"Don't, it humiliates me to the dust." "Oh, come along and don't be so absurd.

It must be after five." Half-way down the brass-bound stairs, he clapped his hand to his head with a start.
"And NOW what is it ?" she inquired meekly.
"Forgotten, forgotten!" he exclaimed.

"I knew I would forget something." "I knew it, you mean." He ran back, and returned with the great bag of crackers, and thrust it into her hands.

"Here, here, take these.