Look at that long, heavy fur.

Why, if you take that skin and have it all cleaned, and combed out, and dyed some nice color, it will be fit to put into any room." Genevieve was in favor of combing and cleaning, oiling and dyeing the hide of the bear without taking it off.
"If you would do that," she declared, "he would be a beautiful bear, and we would give him away.

They would be glad to have him at Central Park." The Larramies would not listen to my leaving that day.

There were a good many people in the house, but there was room enough for me, and, when we had left the bear without solving the problem of his final disposition, there were so many things to be done and so many things to be said that it was late in the afternoon before Miss Edith found the opportunity of speaking to me for which she had been waiting so long.
"Well," said she, as we walked together away from the golf links, but not towards the house, "what have you to report ?" "Report ?" I repeated, evasively.
"Yes, you promised to do that, and I always expect people to fulfil their promises to me.

You came here by the way of the Holly Sprig Inn, didn't you ?" I assented.