Where's Ruth ?" "She ain't coming down.

She's got a headache.

It was that salad for supper over to Sinclairs' last night.

Salad ain't fit for a dog to eat, nohow--that's _my_ opinion.

And at night--it's sure to bust your face out or give you the headache or both." Susan ate with her usual enthusiasm, thinking the while of Sam and wondering how she could contrive to see him.