I want a beefsteak with mushrooms, devilled kidneys, waffles with honey, and four banana fritters for breakfast.

I'll take it in bed; and while I'm waiting, you can bring me the morning paper and a package of Egyptian Houris." Sandy grunted again, slid reluctantly out into the bitterly cold room, and crept shivering into his clothes.

He never quite understood Ford's sense of humor, at such times, but he had learned that it is more comfortable to crawl out of bed than to be kicked out, and that vituperation is a mere waste of time when matched against sheer heartlessness and a superior muscular development.
"Y' ought to make your wife build the fires," he taunted, when he was clothed and at a safe distance from the bed.

He ducked instinctively afterwards, but Ford was merely placing a match by itself on the bench close by.
"That's one," Ford remarked calmly.

"I'm going to thrash every misguided humorist who mentions that subject to me in anything but a helpful spirit of pure friendship.