He was a large man.

"Flapjacks are compensations.

Let us eat our compensations and be thankful.
That's my way of saying grace.

You ought always to say grace, Henry, when you have such a good cook as your wife is to get meals for you.
If you had to shift for yourself, the way I do, you'd feel that it was a simple act of decency." "I don't see much to say grace for," said Henry, with a disagreeable sneer.
"Oh, Henry!" said Sylvia.
"For compensations in the form of flapjacks, with plenty of butter and sugar and nutmeg," said Meeks.

"These are fine, Mrs.Whitman." "A good thick beefsteak at twenty-eight cents a pound, regulated by the beef trust, would be more to my liking after a hard day's work," said Henry.
Sylvia exclaimed again, but she was not in reality disturbed.