"My name's Wingate, Lieutenant Wingate, late of the Army Flying Corps in our late unpleasantness with the Hun.

What's yours ?" "Chatworth's my name.

I'm the warden up here, and, not having a permit to have a fire in the forest, you'll have to hit the lumber trail for the open country." "Nothing doing! You will have to dope out something better than that to induce us to leave," grinned Hippy.
Grace demanded to know where the ranger got his authority for stating that they should have a fire permit.
"It's my authority!" he answered brusquely.
"Who told you to assume such authority ?" interjected Miss Briggs in the calm judicial voice that was hers when trying a lawsuit.
"I'm not answering fool questions.

You heard what I said.

Are you going ?" "Well--yes, of course we are going, but it may be a month or two before we do go.