"Here, that's not the way to make coffee!" "What ain't ?" "Why, the way you're making it.

You want to take----" She explained some way to him which he couldn't understand.
"For heaven's sake, Wrinkles, tackle that table! Don't sit there like a music box," said Pennoyer, grappling the eggs and starting for the gas stove.
Later, as they sat around the board, Wrinkles said with satisfaction, "Well, the coffee's good, anyhow." "'Tis good," said Florinda, "but it isn't made right.

I'll show you how, Penny.

You first----" "Oh, dry up, Splutter," said Grief.

"Here, take an egg." "I don't like eggs," said Florinda.
"Take an egg," said the three hosts menacingly.
"I tell you I don't like eggs." "Take--an--egg!" they said again.
"Oh, well," said Florinda, "I'll take one, then; but you needn't act like such a set of dudes--and, oh, maybe you didn't have much lunch.