The moon rose, and threw Arthur's shadow across our conversation, but we looked at it with precision and it moved away.

That is one of poppa's most comforting characteristics, he would as soon open his bosom to a shot-gun as to a confidence.

He asked for details through the telephone merely for bravado.

As a matter of fact, if I had begun to send them he would have rung off the connection and said it was an accident.

We dipped into politics, and I told the Senator that while I considered his speech on the Silver Compromise a credit to the family on the whole, I thought he had let himself out somewhat unnecessarily at the expense of the British nation.
"We are always twisting a tail," I said reproachfully, "that does nothing but wag at us." This poppa reluctantly admitted with the usual reference to the Irish vote.