When she spoke of his hay fever he bragged to her complacently of his newly discovered cure.
"Oh, bother your little blue bugs!" she cried.
"The bugs aren't blue," he explained to her, in a mild and patient voice that drove Edith nearly wild.

"They're so little they have no color at all.
Poor friendly little devils--" "Bruce!" his wife exploded.
"They've been almighty good to me.

You ought to have heard my friend the Judge, the last night I was with him.

He patted his bottle and said to me, 'Bruce, my boy, with all these simple animals right here as our companions why be a damn fool and run off to the cows ?' And there's a good deal in what he says.

You ought to be mighty thankful, too, that my summer pleasures are so mild.