Think for a moment what a tithe of that money would do for these poor people.

Take the matter of green salads alone--to say nothing of soups--don't you have so simple a thing as lettuce here ?" "We do," I said, "but it's regarded as a trifle.

They put vinegar and sugar on it and cut it up with their knives." My guest shuddered.
"I dare say it's hopeless, but I shall always be glad to remember that _you_ exist away from your City Hotel." Thus did we reach the coffee and some cognac which the late L.Q.

Peavey had gifted me with by the hands of his estimable kinswoman.
"And now to business," said my guest.

His whimsical gray eyes had become studious and detached from our surroundings.