Here--sit in this chair by the window.

Do you want Mumbles in your lap?
All right.

Now gaze upon the scenery until I come back.

There's a man washing windows across the street; watch and see if he does his work properly." Then she went away to join a conference in Uncle John's sitting room.
Major Doyle was speaking when she entered and his voice was coldly ironical.
"The temperature outside is six degrees above freezing," he observed.
"The clerk downstairs says the snow is nine feet deep over the mountain trails and the wind would cut an iron beam in two.

If you take an automobile to California, John, you must put it on snowshoes and connect it with a steam heating-plant." Uncle John, his hands thrust deep in his pockets, paced thoughtfully up and down the room.
"Haggerty said--" "Didn't I give you Haggerty's record, then ?" asked the Major.