Something, I tell you, has got to be done or I shall collapse.

By the way, Kennedy--didn't you send Poe a suit of clothes once in which to come to your house ?" The distinguished statesman, who had been smiling at the major's good-natured badinage, made no reply: that was a matter between the poet and himself.
"And didn't he keep everybody waiting ?" persisted Clayton, "until your man found him and brought him back in your own outfit--only the shirt was four sizes too big for his bean-pole of a body.

Am I right ?" he laughed.
"He has often dined with me, Clayton," replied Kennedy in his most courteous and kindly tone, ignoring the question as well as all allusion to his charity--"and never in all my experience have I ever met a more dazzling conversationalist.

Start him on one of his weird tales and let him see that you are interested and in sympathy with him, and you will never forget it.

He gave us parts of an unfinished story one night at my house, so tremendous in its power that every one was frozen stiff in his seat." Again Clayton cut in, this time to St.George.He was getting horribly hungry, as were the others.