I'm going to live to be a hundred.

There's really nothing the matter with my lungs, you know.
Dad just wanted an excuse to come up here himself (mother and the girls used me as an excuse for years, you remember).

He's doing big stunts tramping over the hills.

You remember that good story Ware told us that night up in the house-boat?
You wouldn't think Dad would have so much curiosity, but he's been over there to look at that place Ware told about.

He's left me now to go down to New York to see the lights.