Then again there's that hand-torch you asked me to fetch over with me.

Another time will have to do, Hugh." Hugh laughed scornfully.
"Tell all that to your grandmother, Thad, will you ?" he exclaimed.
"Just as if I didn't know that your folks religiously have corned beef and cabbage every Thursday night, which is a favorite dish with your dad, likewise with a certain fellow of my acquaintance.

Now, _we're_ only going to have chicken pot-pie at our house, and of course that doesn't appeal to you like your pet fare.

Oh I well, I understand how things go, and I'll let you off this time.

I don't believe you've ever taken a meal at my house on a Thursday since I've known you." Thad laughed as though not at all abashed.
"I guess you're on to my weak spot, all right, partner," he hastened to say in the boldest manner possible.