I can't help feeling sorry for poor old Uncle Meriweather, who despises grape juice and misses his mint julep when he comes to dine on Sunday; but Charley forbids Jane to make him a julep; and I suppose he is right since he says it is a matter of principle.

Even Jane, however, thinks dear Charley is going a little too far when he refuses to let me have the sherry and egg the doctor ordered.
However, I tell Jane that, since Charley feels so strongly about my taking it, she must not try to persuade him against his convictions.

Dr.Darrow doesn't know that I stopped the sherry when Charley found out I was buying it.

Perhaps the plain eggs will do me quite as much good.

Anyhow, I wouldn't let my health stand in the way of Charley's salvation.
Margaret has gone out to a concert, and you would never guess who came to take her.