What makes you think I won't need to ?" The young man knocked the ashes from his pipe.

Rising, he laid a hand on his companion's shoulder.
"Because you've got an assistant right here on the premises," he said.
"Delivered by the Atlantic express right at your door.

Far be it from me to toot my horn, Mr.Atkins, or to proclaim my merits from the housetops.

But, speaking as one discerning person to another, when it comes to an A1, first chop lightkeeper's assistant, I ask: 'What's the matter with yours truly, John Brown ?'" Seth's reply was not in words.

The hand holding his pipe fell limp upon his lap, and he stared at the speaker.