"Don't you think we've always had enough, the way things are, Alice ?" "Not the way things ARE!" She patted his cheeks again; laughed again.
"It used to be enough, maybe anyway we did skimp along on it--but the way things are now I expect mama's really pretty practical in her ideas, though, I think it's a shame for her to bother you about it while you're so weak.

Don't you worry about it, though; just think about other things till you get strong." "You know," he said; "you know it isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world for a man of my age to find these grand openings you speak of.

And when you've passed half-way from fifty to sixty you're apt to see some risk in giving up what you know how to do and trying something new." "My, what a frown!" she cried, blithely.

"Didn't I tell you to stop thinking about it till you get ALL well ?" She bent over him, giving him a gay little kiss on the bridge of his nose.

"There! I must run to breakfast.