He doesn't care for anything nice that I ever heard of.

What do you suppose he does like, mama?
He must like something or other somewhere, but what do you suppose it is?
What does he do with his time ?" "Why, the poor boy's at Lamb and Company's all day.

He doesn't get through until five in the afternoon; he doesn't HAVE much time." "Well, we never have dinner until about seven, and he's always late for dinner, and goes out, heaven knows where, right afterward!" Alice shook her head.

"He used to go with our friends' boys, but I don't think he does now." "Why, how could he ?" Mrs.Adams protested.

"That isn't his fault, poor child! The boys he knew when he was younger are nearly all away at college." "Yes, but he doesn't see anything of 'em when they're here at holiday-time or vacation.