"Now, I'll put supper on the table, and we'll eat it.

I ain't going to wait any longer for anybody." After Sylvia had gone, with a jerk, out of the room, the two men looked at each other.

"Couldn't you give Allen a hint to lay low to-night, anyhow ?" whispered Meeks.
Henry shook his head.

"They'll be sure to show it some way," he replied.

"I don't know what's got into Sylvia." "It seems a pretty good sort of match, to me." "So it does to me.