Just see how he looks in that window, it's _pathetic_.

Poor little fellow, he may be _starving_ for all we know.
I'm going to give him twenty-five cents; have you got the change ?" "You mean _I'm_ going to give it to him ?" laughed Mr.Bartlett, stopping the car.
"He's just _eating_ the things with his _eyes_." said Mrs.Bartlett with womanly tenderness.

"Look at that shabby sweater.

Probably his father is a drunken wretch." "We'll be late for the show," said Mr.Bartlett.
"I don't care anything about the show," his wife retorted.

"Do you suppose I want to see The Bandit of Harrowing Highway or whatever it is?
If we get there in time for the educational films, that's all I care about.