Now in the comparative freedom of _The Aloha_ his fancy had rein and he had adopted all the habits and the phrases which he had long reserved and liked best, mixing them with scraps of allusions to things which Benfy had encouraged him to read, and presenting the whole in his native lower East-side dialect.

Bennietod was Bowery-born and office-bred, and this sad metropolitanism almost made of him a good philosopher.
"I'd like immensely to say something," observed St.George abruptly, when his pipe was lighted.
"Oh, yes.

All right," shrilled Little Cawthorne with resignation, "I suppose you all feel I'm the Jonah and you thirst to scatter me to the whales." "I want to know," St.George went on slowly, "what you think.

On my life, I doubt if I thought at all when we set out.

This all promised good sport, and I took it at that.