"The simple life doesn't include luxuries of this sort.

Only three left, Columbus! After that, your missis'll starve." She lighted a cigarette with a faint pucker on her wide brow.

Her eyes looked out over the empty, tumbling sea--grey eyes very level in their regard under black brows that were absolutely straight and inclined to be rather heavily accentuated.
"Yes, I wish I'd asked Muff for a few before I came away," was the outcome of her reflections.

"By this time tomorrow I shan't have one left.

Just think of that, my Christopher, and be thankful that you're just a dog to whom one rat tastes very like another!" Columbus sneezed protestingly.