"You say you have lost ten pounds, but--" she shrugged her shoulders significantly.
"Cruel, cruel," moaned Hippy.

"It is sad to see such calloused inhumanity in one so young.

Pass me the cakes, Anne, the chocolate covered ones.

They, at least, will afford me sweet consolation." "I object," interposed Reddy Brooks.

"Don't give him that plate.