Try and behave, like the gentleman you are, and pay attention to your dinner!" It was a glorious meal.

The cost was twenty-five cents a plate, but the gods never feasted more grandly in Olympus than these two simple, loving souls in that grimy Duggan street restaurant.
Over his coffee the major gave a sudden start and looked guiltily into Patricia's eyes.
"Now, then," she said, quickly catching the expression, "out with it." "It's a letter," said the major.

"It came yesterday, or mayhap the day before.

I don't just remember." "A letter! And who from ?" she cried, surprised.
"An ould vixen." "And who may that be ?" "Your mother's sister Jane.

I can tell by the emblem on the flap of the envelope," said he, drawing a crumpled paper from his breast pocket.
"Oh, _that_ person," said Patsy, with scorn.