No, sir." "All right; I only called your attention to it as a warnin', that's all.
When anybody eats as many clams as you do there's a fair chance of his turnin' into one.

Now clear out, and don't stay so long at breakfast that you can't get back in time for dinner.

Trot!" Issy trotted.

The depot master seated himself by the door of the ticket office and fell into a reverie.

It was interrupted by the entrance of Hiram Baker.