Never struck us she didn't live on keeping us dry and being good, I guess." "How can I go there and tell her that ?" "Lord!" "She cannot go to the hotel----" "Well, I guess not! It ain't fit for her.

Lum's table is hard enough on a strong man.

Landis doesn't know a good cake from a Fiji missionary pudding.

I don't expect pie is much her style, and, besides, the Palace Hotel pies--well!--the boss was a mighty uncomplaining man, but I used to notice his articles on field drainage got kind of sour and low-spirited when they'd been having more than the regular allowance of pie for dinner.

She can't go there anyway; it's no use; it's after two o'clock, and the dining-room shuts off at one.