"I'll wait till there's a cup to spare." "If you're putting on the eggs," said Ranger, confidentially, to Arthur, "keep mine on an extra fifteen seconds, please.

I like them a little hardish." "Awfully sorry," said Arthur, with a quaver in his voice; "jolly unlucky, but we're out of eggs.

Got none in the place." "Oh, never mind," said Ranger, reassuringly.

"The herrings will do quite as well.

Stafford may not fancy them, but we do, don't we, you chaps ?" "Rather," said Sheriff, thoughtfully scooping out the last remnants of the jam from the pot.
Arthur looked at the baronet and the baronet looked at Arthur.