"Take his money, and don't do anything you'll be sorry for.

Make out your papers and pay no attention to what he says.

Come, brace up! It'll be time for dinner in a jiffy.

Promise us not to drink any more, and not to make any trouble, or we'll 'phone him not to come." Steve allowed himself to be pacified at last, but he regarded his mitigators with a malignant eye.
"Here's what I owe you on bridge, Mitchell--twenty-three dollars," he said sullenly.

"Archibald can settle with Loring.