There, say no more about it.

Gardeners don't grow fruit to satisfy their mouths, but their eyes, and their minds, my lad.

Eat away.

Don't let a squabble with a schoolboy who hasn't learned manners spoil your supper.

We've never had any children; but if we had, Grant, I don't think they would be like that." "They make me miserable when they are at home," said Mrs Solomon, speaking almost for the first time.
"Don't see why they should," said Mr Solomon, with his voice sounding as if his tongue were a little mixed up with his supper.