Fire, coffee--I'm getting on famously.

What else ?" "Tobacco," something whispered, but Hugh answered promptly: "No, sir, I shan't! I'll sell my shirts, the new ones Aunt Eunice made, before I'll give up my best friend.

It's all the comfort I have when I get a fit of the blues.

Oh, you needn't try to come it!" and Hugh shook his head defiantly at his unseen interlocutor, urging that 'twas a filthy practice at best, and productive of no good.
Horses was suggested again.

"You have other horses than Bet," and Hugh was conscious of a pang which wrung from him a groan, for his horses were his idols.