"I want to hear the rest of that about you and Williams.

You left off in the most ticklish place possible, out of spite, I do believe.

I'm hangin' on to that boat in the breakers until I declare I believe I'm catchin' cold just from imagination." "Wait a minute, Sim," said the depot master.

Then he turned to his assistant.
"Issy," he said, "this is about the nineteenth time you've done just this sort of thing.

You're no earthly use and I ought to give you your clearance papers.