He was pleased as a child with Anne's compliments, but he affected a fine indifference.
"The secret is I don't skimp the cream," he remarked airily.

Captain Jim had never heard of Oliver Wendell Holmes, but he evidently agreed with that writer's dictum that "big heart never liked little cream pot." "We met an odd-looking personage coming out of your lane," said Gilbert as they sipped.

"Who was he ?" Captain Jim grinned.
"That's Marshall Elliott--a mighty fine man with jest one streak of foolishness in him.

I s'pose you wondered what his object was in turning himself into a sort of dime museum freak." "Is he a modern Nazarite or a Hebrew prophet left over from olden times ?" asked Anne.
"Neither of them.

It's politics that's at the bottom of his freak.
All those Elliotts and Crawfords and MacAllisters are dyed-in-the-wool politicians.