Stanley, grinning foolishly.

"I am your cousin James, but not so much of a cousin that I cannot be more than cousin, heh ?" He laughed boisterously, and winking at Tod, thrust his thumb into that worthy's ribs.

"Say, Tod, something more than cousin; that's the thing, isn't it, Tod ?" John was standing half-concealed at the door of the shop in which he had sought refuge.

Dorothy well knew the peril of the situation, and when I frowned at her warningly, she caught the hint that she should not resent Stanley's words, however insulting and irritating they might become.
"Let us go to the inn," said Dorothy.
"That's the thing to do.

Let us go to the inn and have dinner," said Stanley.