You can run up and down Broadway all night, if you want to, or you can stop at home and play with the cats.

I've three fine ones"-- he made a cup of his hands and breathed into them, for the room was horribly cold--"three fine tabbies, and a good fire for 'em to blink at when they start purring." He looked kindly but anxiously at Selwyn, waiting for a word; and as none came he said: "Old fellow, you can't fool me with your talk about needing nothing better because you're out of town all the time.

You know what you and I used to talk about in the old days--our longing for a home and an open fire and a brace of cats and bedroom slippers.

Now I've got 'em, and I make Ardois signals at you.

If your shelter-tent got afire or blew away, wouldn't you crawl into mine?
And are you going to turn down an old tent-mate because his shack happens to be built of bricks ?" "Do you put it that way ?" "Yes, I do.