Try one, Blyth," said the young gentleman, luxuriously puffing out a stream of smoke through each nostril.
"Taken to helping yourself!" exclaimed Mr.Blyth.

"What do you mean ?" "Oh!" said Zack, "don't be afraid.

It's not thieving--it's only barter.
Look here, my dear fellow, this is how it is.

A friend of mine, a junior clerk in our office, has three dozen cigars, and I have two staring flannel shirts, which are only fit for a snob to wear.

The junior clerk gives me the three dozen cigars, and I give the junior clerk the two staring flannel shirts.