Yes, I'll take another pancake, thankin' you kindly.

You've got a rare light hand for pancakes.

Rare--rare ain't quite the word." "But what could Miss Gordon do ?" asked Marie.
"Well, she could kinder interest him in things--don't you see?
Him and I we ain't got much in common--except his clothes and that confounded beef-tea and slushin's.

And then there's Mr.Gordon.

He's a good hearty sort, he is.