And I've got to save up to buy kid gloves for the staff.

Look here--" he added, and hesitated.
"Yes ?" St.George complied in some surprise.
"Bennietod's half sick anyway," said Chillingworth, "he's thin as water, and if you would care--" "By all means then," St.George assented heartily, "I would care immensely.

Bennietod sick is like somebody else healthy.

Will you mind getting Amory on the wire when he calls up, and tell him to show up without fail at my place at noon to-day?
And to wait there for me." Little Cawthorne, with a pair of shears quite a yard long, was sitting at his desk clipping jokes for the fiction page.

He was humming a weary little tune to the effect that "Billy Enny took a penny but now he hadn't many--Lookie They!" with which he whiled away the hours of his gravest toil, coming out strongly on the "Lookie They!" until Benfy on the floor above pounded for quiet which he never got.
"Cawthorne," said St.George, "it may be that I'm leaving to-night on the yacht for an island out in the southeast.