"Don't gobble, child! There's no hurry." In contact with his own family Walter was no squanderer of words.
"Is for me," he said.

"Got date." "I know you have, but there's plenty of time." He smiled in benevolent pity.

"YOU know, do you?
If you made any coffee--don't bother if you didn't.

Get some down-town." He seemed about to rise and depart; whereupon Alice, biting her lip, sent a panic-stricken glance at her mother.
But Mrs.Adams seemed not at all disturbed; and laughed again.

"Why, what nonsense, Walter! I'll bring your coffee in a few minutes, but we're going to have dessert first." "What sort ?" "Some lovely peaches." "Doe' want 'ny canned peaches," said the frank Walter, moving back his chair.