Which is different, son; a dern sight different." "I shall be glad to use the word in my sketch of Mr.Bassett," remarked Dan dryly.

"It will lend variety to the series." Harwood thanked the editor for his courtesy and walked to the door.
Strange creakings from the editorial chair caused him to turn.

The Honorable Isaac Pettit was in the throes of another convulsion.

The attack seemed more severe than its predecessors.

Dan waited for him to invoke deity with the asthmatic wheeziness to which mirth reduced his vocal apparatus.
"It's nothin', son; it's nothin'.