"We're nearly starved." "Well, I ain't got anything cooked, but the fire's coming up fast and it won't take long.

What would you want ?" They made known their wishes and the little man leisurely vanished again.

A clock above the counter announced the time to be twenty-five minutes to seven.
"We might have got him to bring us some coffee now," said Amy.
"I'd rather wait until I get my breakfast," Clint replied.

"I wonder when we get a train for Brimfield.

I reckon they don't run very often on Sundays." "Maybe this chap can tell us.